Beth and her team, along with Ayden and Michael, waited outside the shippers to see who came in to get the crate.It might have been easier, but the fi...rst week they ran into a tiny problem.As Beth and Ariel took their turn watching for the fifth night in a row, the others were resting in a nearby Inn.Gem had managed to put a ward around the warehouse that would be undetectable, as well as one on the crate after she sealed it with magic, in case they needed to find it later. But no one seemed to. They would be incandescently angry, and would blame me entirely. Jen was still their little girl, and Dad would be incredibly and fiercely protective of her. I'd probably be dead, or wish I was!xxxxxxxWe both slept well, and after a hurried breakfast, Jen drove us to the factory on the Monday morning.It was a relatively quiet day at work, and we got away just after eight in the evening. It was one of those warm nights that you sometimes get in late September, the kind that we call an 'Indian. They didn't have a father around, i think they all came from different fathers to be truthfull. I had the damage of my car estimated, it was gonna cost me around £ 2700 OUCH !!Someone owed me and owed me big time. About a week or two later, one of the neighbours children kicked there football and it came over the fence and into my garden, i heard the mother say i will get the ball back for you tomorrow when your at school and he's ( Meaning me ) is at work.The following day i took the car. .. cleaned."There were a bunch more questions, but I didn't admit to anything. I didn't like those people, snooping around and asking questions, like they were angels sent from God himself to pass judgment on my Master and my school. My whole country in fact. I knew a lot of other countries didn't like us just because we had slaves, but that wasn't any of their business anyway, so far as I could tell. It wasn't like the South was buying people in Africa or something, all the slaves were already.