Gwilym presented his group's findings on the revival of the Bank of East Sessex with a straight and earnest face, to polite if slightly stunned attention from the others. It turned out that some of the other groups' tasks had also carried a hint of subversion: for example, one had been required to firefight revelations that the former leader of the council had taken home a taser belonging to the Chair of the Police Authority and had used it on two Mormon missionaries, who were also slightly stunned by the turn of events.
"Who the, well, you know, wrote these things?" Reema whispered to Scott at the first opportunity.
"Apparently they were approved by Kenneth and submitted by a randomly-selected group of three," he replied. "Look - Kenneth's just realised there's something a bit odd about them." But if Kenneth Spotlessnob's face betrayed unease, his rally-the-troops speech did not. After half an hour of brainstorming with coloured paper, it was time for the buffet and for the afternoon's outdoor activities. The staff ate with some enjoyment and relief, though with a little nervousness in case their conduct at the buffet was being evaluated to identify leadership traits.
Hamish Carpenter found Henry Donaldson crouched alone in a corner and asked him if he was all right.
"Fine, yes. Praying for rain," Henry replied.
But the rain did not come.