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What
was
making
him
even
angrier
was
that
he
had
disobeyed
orders
.
He
had
scuffed
up
the
tracks
,
certainly
.
But
in
the
bottom
drawer
of
his
ancient
desk
,
hidden
under
a
pile
of
empty
bottles
,
was
a
plaster
cast
.
He
could
feel
it
staring
at
him
through
three
layers
of
wood
.
He
couldn
’
t
imagine
what
had
got
into
him
.
And
now
he
was
going
even
further
out
on
to
the
limb
.
He
reviewed
his
,
for
want
of
a
better
word
,
troops
.
He
’
d
asked
the
senior
pair
to
turn
up
in
plain
clothes
.
This
meant
that
Sergeant
Colon
,
who
’
d
worn
uniform
all
his
life
,
was
looking
red
-
faced
and
uncomfortable
in
the
suit
he
wore
for
funerals
.
Whereas
Nobby
-
"
I
wonder
if
I
made
the
word
’
plain
’
clear
enough
?
"
said
Captain
Vimes
.
"
It
’
s
what
I
wear
outside
work
,
guv
,
"
said
Nobby
reproachfully
.
"
Sir
,
"
corrected
Sergeant
Colon
.
"
My
voice
is
in
plain
clothes
too
,
"
said
Nobby
.
"
Initiative
,
that
is
.
"
Vimes
walked
slowly
around
the
corporal
.
"
And
your
plain
clothes
do
not
cause
old
women
to
faint
and
small
boys
to
run
after
you
in
the
street
?
"
he
said
.
