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[lonestarbattleship]

"On this day,June 25th, 1944, the USS TEXAS was hit by two German 240mm shells off the coast of Cherbourg, France.

The First Hit

At 1310 TEXAS receives a hit from a large caliber shell atop the ship’s armored conning tower shearing off the top of Direct #3, which fell on to and injured the Gunnery Officer beneath it. The shell would then strike the longitudinal frame on the ship’s foremast causing an upwards explosion into the Pilot House directly above injuring many of those inside. By 1325 the crew began removing the thirteen casualties wounded in the explosion. These men suffered traumatic leg injuries, fractures, contusions, blast concussions, and abrasions. The ship’s helmsman, Christen Norman Christensen, would receive a fatal prognosis and die of his wounds later that day, becoming the ship’s only combat fatality during her career.

The explosion sheared off three sections of floor plates damaging the steering gear, compasses, engine revolution indicator, and many electrical cables and circuits. The space was demolished, and could no longer serve as the ship’s control station. All ship control operations moved to the Conning Tower as the ship maneuvered radically away and out of range of the German battery.

'The conduct of all hands during the action was worthy of praise and attaches no censure to anyone on board. In particular, Lieutenant Command Louis P. Spear, USN, Lieutenant Clarence L. Moody, Jr., (ChC), USNR, and Eddleman, Will J., Bgmstr2c, V6, USNR were worthy of praise for the cool manner in which they rendered first aid to the wounded on the Navigation Bridge, in spite of the continued fall of enemy shells in the vicinity of the ship.' Battle Report, J.M. Cabanillas, USN

Fire!

As the ship maneuvered away, the guns of Turret 4 and 5 continued to fire over the ship’s stern. These blasts warped nearly every door midship, damaged 40mm director mounds, and set fire to some of the canvas covers that were draped over the 40mm ammunition. With ammunition in such close proximity to the fires, nearby crews consisting of both Sailors and Marines quickly jumped into action by throwing the loose ammunition overboard.

'There were canvas covers over the shells in the gun tub. Circular canvas covers protected the clips that were in the racks on the gun tub. That canvas is what caught fire when the 14-inchers fired aft. No canvas cover on the guns themselves. The Marines threw the hot 40mm ammo over the side. No one was injured. The deck did not catch on fire, but there was lots of shrapnel on the deck. The shrapnel made dark spots on the deck.' -Veikko Liila, USMC

Second Time's The Charm

After a quick maneuver, TEXAS returned to face the battery once more. Both TEXAS and Battery Hamburg would exchange fire, encountering many close calls as gun salvos continued to straddle the ship. At 1444 two shell splashes were reported near the ship’s portside bow, and just three minutes later, an unexploded 240mm shell was discovered inside a stateroom on the Half Deck. TEXAS had been hit a second time. With no visible or reported damage, the ship continued its brawl with the relentless battery. By 1500 the ship had received orders to retire and return to Portland, England.

Upon returning to England, the 'dud' 240mm German shell was removed and disarmed under careful direction of the Bomb Disposal Officer. The shell would then be placed back on TEXAS, where it still resides to this day.

'The performance of the TEXAS while under heavy and accurate fire of the enemy was outstanding. She was smartly handled and continued the engagement until ordered to withdraw, although hopelessly outranged and continuously harassed by enemy fire over a period of two hours and twenty minutes.' - C. F. BRYANT, USN."

Posted on the Battleship Texas Foundation Group Facebook page: link

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[guerrerense]

BFBO Getting Out Of Town por David Blazejewski Por Flickr: Here's a 'Monochrome Monday' photo of a once popular and very regular once a week train that alas no longer runs Pan Am Railways BFPO (Bellows Falls to Portland) unit slurry train departed from Vermont Rail System's Riverside yard, and after a couple mile run down into the center of town has swung off the old Rutland Railroad and on to New England Central Railroad's ex Boston and Maine / Central Vermont Conn River Line main. The three second hand six axle GE dash 8s are emerging from the south portal of the 278 ft long tunnel under downtown MP 144.56 on modern day NECR's Palmer Subdivision. This Friday only unit train was a staple for years, but was cancelled as the need for the Vermont clay slurry waned as Maine's paper mills transitioned away from white bleached writing paper (that requires the slurry for the bleaching process) to undyed brown packaging papers. The tunnel was initially constructed in 1851 by the Vermont Valley Railroad. The Vermont Valley would ultimately end up in the fold of the Boston & Maine Railroad in 1893 and this tunnel would come to be a choke point on what one the B&M's core north south gateway to and from Canada as their Conn River mainline. In addition to seeing frequent B&M freight and passenger trains the Central Vermont Railway also operated thru here on trackage rights. In 1988 the former B&M owned section from Brattleboro to Windsor became CV property (in a complicated tale of legal wrangling not to be retold here) with B&M successor Guilford (now Pan Am Railways) retaining trackage rights and the CV itself becoming the New England Central in 1995 when parent CN sold the line to then Railtex. Over its lifespan, the tunnel floor has been lowered three times; once in 1897, again in 1977 (by the Boston & Maine Railroad), and most recently in 2007 (as a joint venture between the Vermont Agency of Transportation, FHWA, and NECR with consultants; Parson Brinckerhoff Engineering & ECI Rail Constructors, Inc.) in order to accommodate increased car and locomotive heights at their respective periods of time. The 2007 project lowered the floor an additional 3 ft to allow for clearance of modern multilevel auto rack cars and this view clearly shows the pronounced dip in the track profile to provide the 20.8 ft vertical clearance. Rockingham, Vermont Friday September 29, 2018

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[13atoms]

The Curious Case of Norma Fields (Anthony Lockwood x Lucy Carlyle)

Summary: The whole team is needed for a run-of-the-mill haunting at the glamorous London townhouse of retired supermodel Norma Fields.

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Chapter 5: A Finale, And One Final Fatality

The final turns before the cab returned to Portland Row were familiar, like the steps she took without thinking when she made tea in the morning. Her training routine in the basement. Those movements were ingrained into Lucy in a way which felt like they’d been there forever, and would be forever.

She felt it in her stomach, eyes closed and dozing against George, when they were home. And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to open her eyes until after the engine cut out and the creak of the handbrake reached her ears. It was Lockwood, fumbling in the dark for her shoulder and accidentally snagging the knit of her jumper, which made her groan and blink against the street lights.

Every part of her ached. Her head was the worst, swimming as she shuffled across the seat and stumbled out into the road, followed by George. The three of them crossed to the steps of 35 Portland Row before a car horn blared, making all of them jump and swear.

“You forgot your bags!” The driver called, rolling the window up as quickly as he’d dropped it.

Adults. Useless.

Lockwood and George crossed back to the car and half-dragged the duffles back to the door. After the enormous effort of reaching the door, Lucy pulled her key out, leaning against the frame until the heavy front door finally swung open.

She stood for a second, checking the house was silent. Regaining her strength.

Lucy shuffled out of Lockwood’s way as he rushed the duffle through the door and dropped it heavily in the hallway. George did the same, before discarding his rapier in the basket by the door.

She’d completely forgotten about hers. She would have worn it to bed. Lucy chucked her rapier at the basket, groaning as she heard the blade clatter to the floor beside it.

Dinner, a shower, and getting something to drink were all important.

All she could think about was the number of stairs between her and collapsing face down into her bed.

“Good job guys, we’ll get those in the morning,” Lockwood was saying, nudging the bags aside to close the door and reaching down to put Lucy’s rapier in its rightful spot.

She wasn’t sure if the hum of agreement she made was audible.

Lucy started the long fight to get upstairs.

*

The clock on her nightstand read five AM.

Adrenaline was a funny thing. So was complete exhaustion.

Lucy woke up three hours after collapsing onto her bed, ravenously hungry, suddenly too wired to sleep. She’d been on top of the covers, curled beneath a quilt, shoes chucked somewhere beside the bed where she could trip over them later.

As she lay there, considering all the things her body was demanding (too cold, need to drink, need to eat, need to sleep) Lucy found herself unable to address any of them.

She changed in the dark, donning pyjamas, a hoodie, and slippers. Still shivering against the cold, Lucy wrapped herself in a blanket and tiptoed downstairs, avoiding the creaky patches in the floorboards.

Lockwood’s lights weren’t on, but his door was open.

Lucy drew closer, trying to keep her footsteps light, and when she reached the threshold she realised the curtains weren’t enough to keep the moonlight out.

Lockwood was awake, one arm thrown over his eyes, an open book abandoned face-down beside him.

“Lockwood?” she whispered.

He could ignore her, if he wanted. She doubted he would.

“Luce?”

When he moved his arm to look at her, the shadows made it hard to see him. Lucy still found herself concealing a gasp at the shades of exhaustion she could see on his barely-lit face.

“Can I come in?” she murmured, already closing the door behind her before Lockwood replied.

“Of course.”

She drew closer, holding her blanket tightly around her shoulders, trying to make out what little she could of his expression between the fold of his forearm and bicep.

He was pale, not unusually so, but with a hint of sickliness which worried her. He was dressed for bed, shirtless and beneath the duvet, but she was sure he hadn’t been to sleep yet. A collection of empty mugs adorned his bedside table.

She sat on his bed, and Lockwood shuffled his book out of the way, fumbling a few times before finding space for it amongst the crockery.

His eyes were bloodshot, and dark in patches where blood vessels had burst. Even in the near darkness he was blinking excessively, and Lucy winced at the redness of his lash line.

“Can you see at all?” Lucy asked him, and Lockwood let out a strange laugh.

It was whispered. Lucy thought it sounded sad.

“Yeah. Got some black spots, though. It’ll heal.”

She sucked in a breath. She hadn’t seen this before. She’d heard about it, stories of older kids, particularly talented Seers. Lockwood had mentioned his Talent hurt if he forgot his sunglasses – that’s why she’d tucked a spare pair into all of their kit bags.

Lucy didn’t know much about Sight injuries, but this looked bad.

“Does it hurt?”

“Yeah,” he was embarrassed, voice high as though even admitting it pained him, “quite a lot.”

She couldn’t help her pang of guilt, at disappearing so quickly. Falling asleep while he was suffering. Even at the scene, she’d noticed him looking away, the odd angles he turned his head to, how he shielded his eyes with his hand.

“Oh, Lockwood,” she murmured.

The sunglasses were thrown on his bedside table, beside an empty glass of water and various things he’d pulled from his pockets.

It wasn’t hard to ignore his bare chest. Usually Lucy struggled not to let her eyes creep downwards – if she caught him on the landing in the morning, walking to the shower. Or after a workout. Or if she needed to wake him during the night.

Now it was an afterthought, that fencer’s definition in his shoulder muscles. She felt no shame in touching his bare bicep, trying to soothe him, get him to move his arm so she could see his face. He was in pain.

“I wonder why it was such a bright death glow,” Lucy mused, trying hard to understand the injuries she was looking at.

He was trying to look at her, but it was obviously difficult, even in such limited light. His eyes had a glazed, inaccurate movement to them. Like he wasn’t sure where she was, where her outline ended. His left eye looked worse than his right, the pupil blown wide and blood pooling near the inner corner.

“I don’t even want to think about it,” he sighed.

She took a moment before she spoke next, and Lucy knew it would be a lost cause.

“We should get you to a hospital, the damage could be permanent.”

“It won’t be.”

“Lockwood…”

He sighed, and Lucy matched him, putting more drama into it and making him laugh, eyes closed.

“Has this happened before?” she asked.

“Yeah. When I was a kid, a lot more. It’s… happened before. And it got better.”

She wasn’t sure she believed him. Lockwood probably couldn’t even see himself in a mirror.

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

He covered his face, laying back against the pillows.

“There’s some eye drops, in the bathroom cupboard. They’re prescription. Could you grab them for me?”

It was such a small ask. Lucy was glad for anything she could do to help.

“Of course,” she murmured, grabbing his empty glass to refill before darting to the bathroom.

The mirror on the bathroom cabinet was steamed up, a difficult feat with the state of the old house’s plumbing, and she supposed George must have taken the opportunity to finish the hot water for the night.

She looked at her expression in the foggy mirror as she refilled Lockwood’s glass, and rummaged for the drops he’d mentioned. They sat at the top of the tallest shelf in the bathroom cabinet, and Lucy had to jump a little to snatch the pharmacy bag down.

The prescription was recent, and the box had been torn open, a thumb shoved through the flap to open it. She hadn’t known he had these. Or that he had to use them so often.

As an afterthought, she turned off the hallway light as she walked back, trying to remove anything that might hurt his eyes more. Lucy steeled herself as she returned to his bedside, setting the water down and retrieving the bottle from its packaging. Lockwood offered her a weak thank you, which she didn’t dignify with a response.

“Is George going to need them?” Lucy asked him quietly.

The bottle felt about half full.

“I don’t think so,” Lockwood replied, “he said he was fine. A bit of a headache. All of this comes with being so incredibly Gifted.”

Lucy thought it was the first time she’d heard Lockwood be anything less than braggadocious about his own Talent. It only heightened her sense that something was really wrong.

Nonetheless, she echoed the sentiment. There had been red marks from salt embedded in her face when she’d looked in the bathroom mirror.

Ten drops per eye, or until soreness has receded, the instructions said.

“Can I sit down?”

Lockwood shuffled, leaving space for Lucy to sit beside his pillows.

“Lay down flat,” she instructed, and Lockwood complied gingerly.

He was covering his eyes less, still preferring them to be closed, but Lucy could sense his confusion as he moved slowly to lay flat on his back. She tested the dropper on the back of her hand, getting a sense of how to use it.

One hand found his cheek, leaning over him, the other wielding the eye drops.

“Can you open your eyes for me?” she asked gently.

Lockwood saw her upside down, the whites of her eyes wide, as she regarded his face with nothing short of fear. He could see her guilt, though Lockwood wasn’t quite sure why.

He was the one who’d forgotten his sunglasses.

The one who’d been stupid enough not to use his medication the second they got back.

The reason they’d had to go back in the first place, played by Norma Fields’ dark, canny words.

He’d underestimated her. And they’d all suffered.

The abrasions littering Lucy’s face looked painful. He focused on them, as he fought the pain to keep his eyelids open.

“Thanks,” she breathed, “hold still.”

She didn’t have to do this. But something told Lockwood both of them would feel better if she did. Her warm hand felt good against his face, the bend of her thumb finding a natural home in the curve of his cheekbone, her fingertips spreading across his neck and jaw.

She counted down to the first drop, but it still spooked him, making him blink furiously after the liquid dropped into his eye. It burned. He hated putting these drops in for that exact reason – the few seconds of agony which preceded him feeling better.

But they did help. The drops cooled his burning eyes, reduced the pain. He knew the redness would go down faster with treatment.

Lucy did it again, the other eye, letting him recover and murmuring ‘I’m sorry’ as he clenched his jaw in pain for a few seconds.

Then again. He saw her mouthing two, counting in her head. Lockwood concealed a smile, though he was sure she could feel it beneath her steadying fingers. His eyes were overflowing with the drops, and the tears they made his eyes produce.

He wanted to swipe roughly at them, but Lucy beat him to it, dabbing his dears away with a gentleness he found surprising from her.

Again. She was counting down faster, trying to beat Lockwood’s instincts to blink at the incoming drop.

“One, two – ”

Put the drop in early, making him splutter in surprise and blink as a reflex. The burn was far lesser, as the liquid settled heavily in his wet eyelashes.

“Lockwood,” she whined, “Stop blinking!”

She couldn’t help the laugh she exhaled, resting both hands on his shoulders as the drop trickled down the side of his cheekbone.

“Sorry,” he exhaled, eyes closed in relief as he laughed, “in my defence, you’re putting something in my eye. It’s a bit unpleasant.”

“It’s like wrangling a cat,” she grumbled.

He didn’t think Lucy thought it through fully, as she positioned herself more fully to lean against his headboard, and dragged his head into her lap. She was too busy trying to reach ten. To help him.

The strong muscles of her thighs were soft under his head. Lockwood could feel her breathing, the gentle brush of her torso against his cheek as she leaned over him.

He was so distracted Lockwood didn’t blink as the fourth eyedrop hit his right eye.

Lucy laughed at his groan. When he recovered, his hand stilled her wrist, the bottle still poised between her fingers.

“That’s plenty, thanks Luce.”

She looked at him disbelievingly.

“The prescription says ten drops.”

“It does.”

They sat in a silent stand off for a moment, Lucy’s breathing slowing, the warmth of her body creeping into his. Lockwood realised he was keeping his eyes open without that dull pain behind his forehead making it unbearable. He must have looked a state, as she looked down at him, red and bloodied eyes dripping with tears and eye drops. If she was disgusted by it, he couldn’t find any evidence on her face. She was looking at him with a soft fondness he hadn’t seen from anyone else in a very long time. Without warning, she grabbed his jaw, forcing him still and managing a quick drop in each eye.

He spluttered, scrunching his eyes closed, hit by instant relief rather than pain this time. He hadn’t realised he was fully laughing until he felt himself move against Lucy, the give of her thigh as his weight shifted.

She was laughing too, though he thought it might have been from relief. Or exasperation. Either way, it was a sound he sorely needed to hear.

Lockwood fidgeted, shuffling so his neck was more comfortable as the back of his head was cushioned in Lucy’s lap.

He opened his eyes to look up at her, pleased to see some of the concern had drained from her face, replaced with raised eyebrows and a bossiness he was all too happy to comply with.

“Was that number six?”

She smiled wryly, her spare hand steadying his face again.

“You are counting.”

Lockwood gave her an apologetic smile.

“I’m not great at remembering to do this myself. Don’t think I’ve ever actually made it beyond three before getting distracted.”

He got another drop in each eye, making her exasperated look swim as he blinked, and Lockwood didn’t mind one bit. He let the medication soothe the burning sensation, as Lucy’s arm rested on his bare collarbones.

Again.

“Three more,” she told him, apologetic.

She grabbed a tissue, astonishingly gentle as she cleared some of the excess liquid trailing down his cheeks.

Then continued. He finally looked at peace, out of pain. She’d continue to ten anyway. Since, apparently, Lockwood had been avoiding doctor’s orders for his entire life.

“You’ve got to be careful, Lockwood,” Lucy scolded, hearing what a hypocrite she was soon as the words left her lips. “We only keep you around for your Sight,” she tagged on, getting that self-deprecating laugh Lockwood favoured.

She smiled, despite his eyes being closed, staring down as a mixture of tears and eye drops pooled on the inner corners of his eyelids.

“I thought it was my dashing good looks,” he teased.

“It’s certainly not your modesty.”

His head was comfortable in her lap, his neck no longer tensing like it had when she’d first pulled him closer. The heavy weight of his whole head and upper torso lay against her thighs, and Lucy didn’t care at all. She set the eye drops down, stretching for the bedside side table, careful not to disturb him.

Lockwood let her clean him up with her fingertips, careful around his irritated eyes. He didn’t even flinch, eyes occasionally slipping open to watch her.

Finally, she thought he might have fallen asleep, head tilting slightly towards her body, his breathing growing slow, steady.

She’d move, in a bit. Find a way to extricate herself from his heavy weight. To avoid him waking with a crick in his neck. But she couldn’t bear to move Lockwood. The irritated red around his eyelids gave way to deep, bruising eye bags. He deserved some good sleep.

Lucy found herself staring at the box for the drops. They were fairly new, despite being torn open and clearly used, the printed label sat facing her. A pharmacy and a doctor were listed, ones she didn’t recognise. Instructions to use as needed. His name printed.

ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

Snatches of the horrific scene at Norma’s house were coming back to her, that fumbling in the drawer. The prescription bag crumpling uselessly beneath her desperate fingers.

It was a hospital prescription. The pills… there were a lot of them. They weren’t like the ones sat in her dresser upstairs, they were big pills.

She was fairly sure Lockwood wasn’t awake when she told him about it, stroking his hair and ending up with a thumb brushing at the side of his face – willing his eyes to recover.

“Weird,” was the mumbled response she got.

He shifted again, slipping back into unconsciousness.

A few minutes passed before a pyjama-clad George appeared in the doorway, slippers shuffling and knuckles lightly rapping on the open door to make himself known. His hair was damp, curls messy and sticking out every direction from a rough towel drying, and he raised a pointed eyebrow at their boss, asleep in her lap.

“Alright?”

She nodded. Lockwood grumbled something that Lucy missed, as she exchanged knowing grimaces with George. He barely ventured in from the doorway, just far enough that Lucy could see the exhaustion on his face, too.

“You’re not excused from our library date tomorrow,” he whispered to her, words fond as he watched the scene before him.

He was in one of his gentle moods, and Lucy was grateful for it. They all needed a bit of kindness tonight.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Lockwood’s jaw moved slightly in her lap, before he rolled to one side making Karim grimace before he left. He closed the door behind him, extinguishing the lights.

She wasn’t sure how long she waited before she snuck out of Lockwood’s room. Lucy drank half the glass of water she’d fetched him, parched and hoping Lockwood wouldn’t mind. She fumbled for it in the dark, one hand finding Lockwood’s neck to check she wasn’t jostling him as she reached for it.

She waited until he was fully asleep, occasionally catching his lips move as some thought slid through his dreams. Lucy dozed herself, the headboard digging into her skull uncomfortably. Finally, as he fidgeted from a dream, Lucy slipped aside and stood, her feet slightly numb after so long still.

Her hands guided his head to the mattress, then jammed a pillow beneath his head, folding the covers over him as best she could.

Her quick getaway was interrupted, just briefly, by taking the sight of Lockwood in. Curled at a strange angle, occupying the spot she’d left, most of his body covered in some way by the mess of his blankets and his worn duvet cover.

Lucy couldn’t quite place the heavy feeling in her throat as she tiptoed up the stairs, expertly stepping over the side of the ones which creaked. Or the reason for the tears pooling in her eyes as she threw herself beneath her covers.

Lockwood’s room felt warmer than hers. She’d have to complain.

In the darkness she fumbled for her tape recorder, falling asleep with it clutched to her chest.

*

Lucy and George managed thirty minutes alone in the archives before Lockwood joined them. They had both left quietly, around 10am, the front door opening and closing while Lockwood was in the shower. He needed to rest. They’d both left notes on the thinking cloth telling him as such.

She hadn’t seen him since the night before.

Yet here he was, bearing a smuggled-in lunch and a grin suave enough to hide that he’d come to the library because he missed them.

He was wearing sunglasses. His usual ones this time. When he looked to the side, scanning the desks for his friends, Lucy could see the pink irritation which still surrounded his eyes.

“Morning, you brainboxes,” he greeted far too loudly, and George shushed him as she pulled out the chair beside Lucy.

He might as well have put his feet on the table, rapier clinking as he regarded their notes with the barest hint of interest.

“I can’t believe you’ve dragged Lucy to the dark side, George.”

“It’s hardly the dark side, Lockwood,” he offered pragmatically. “I’m sure she’ll still swing a sword around with you in the basement, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Lucy had nothing to say.

Something oddly like hurt was growing in her chest. Lockwood had been so genuine last night. Gentle and vulnerable and human. It had taken less than ten hours for the ‘arrogant prick’ act to return in full force. He squared his shoulders, looking around the room with a sniff.

She didn’t acknowledge her concerned glance.

Lucy missed the Lockwood who’s laughed at himself for blinking. The one who’d whispered thank you and curled into her in his sleep.

Lucy picked up the biggest book she had open in front of her, pretending to be fascinated by the pages.

“Find anything yet?”

Lockwood reached into his satchel and pulled out an apple, biting down on it to punctuate his statement. She bristled with irritation at the loudness of it.

“We’ve barely sat down, Lockwood,” George hissed.

At least he shared some of Lucy’s irritation. She tuned the conversation out as Karim ran through the research plan they’d put together. Lockwood made some stupid comment about leaving again.

She sort of wished he would.

Then she returned to the page in front of her. A heavy academic guide to identifying the brand of watch they’d found. George had warned her it would be dry, but Lucy hadn’t minded taking some of the boring work.

Now she wasn’t sure.

There were words in this stupid book that she didn’t understand. Before, she’d been asking George what they meant, and he’d offered her gentle tutelage, explaining what they meant and how to pronounce them – complete with some gentle ribbing about her accent.

Now she just skimmed over them.

She didn’t need Lockwood’s judgement.

There was a lull in the conversation. Another crunch of Lockwood’s apple as he bit into it. The gentle scratch of George’s writing. She felt Lockwood lean in to read over her shoulder.

“That looks intense, Luce,” he offered.

“It is.”

There was a beat before he leant back in his chair, clearly thinking better of whatever brilliant comment he’d thought up.

Lucy wasn’t sure why she was so angry.

It was probably Lockwood’s fault.

She picked up the drawing George had done of the watch, examining it before returning to the paragraphs in front of her. Lockwood swiped it from the table, and Lucy ignored his comments about George’s handwriting.

The researcher rolled his eyes. Then he left to go and ask a librarian about a reference, book in hand. She found herself left alone with Lockwood. He gave her a few moments of staring unseeingly at the page in front of her before he leant in to speak.

“You look tired, Luce,” he whispered, his genuine concern drawing her from her book to stare at him.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not. I know you said you would help George but –”

She took a deep breath, only to exhale more pissed off than she’d started.

“I said I’m fine, Lockwood. Just didn’t get much sleep, did I?”

He smiled. Smirked. It was a smirk, Lucy decided.

“Sorry about that,” Lockwood offered, “and thank you.”

She huffed.

“If you want to go and get some sleep, I can go back with you. I’m just worried, Luce. George can do this. It’s what we’ve got him for,” he was teasing, but the words lodged in Lucy’s heart.

“I am more than capable, Lockwood,” Lucy choked the words out, returning to her book.

The words were swimming on the page.

“I know you are, Luce. Just… you’re tired. Have you eaten?”

She set her jaw. Stared at the book.

Lockwood backed off. There was more crinkling – why didn’t he understand this was a library? – before something in a paper bag slid across the table towards her.

Lucy pointedly ignored it.

Lockwood reached across the desk to pick up George’s notes, flicking through them.

Finally the researcher returned, arms full of four books, setting them down with a thud. He had a fresh line of inquiry, and as he set Lockwood to work, Lucy finally investigated the bag.

It was a pain au chocolat. From the nice café across the road from Portland Row. It was huge, and freshly baked, the butter from it leaving a grease stain on the bag.

When she was sure Lockwood was distracted, Lucy took a huge bite. She hadn’t noticed the absent hunger pains in her stomach until they were gone, and she scarfed down the pastry. A Tupperware container of badly-cut strawberries appeared beside her.

Lucy chose to ignore Lockwood’s sideways glances, the quiet dissipation of her anger towards him as she realised he had really tried. As much as Anthony Lockwood could. She ate the strawberries.

Annoyingly, she did feel much better, returning to her book and letting George and Lockwood help her in turn until George grabbed her a dictionary. She thought she saw Lockwood roll his eyes as George fetched it. Maybe he would have kept helping her after all.

George devoured two chocolate twists and a pot of grapes before they stopped for a break, regrouping. Lucy went to jot notes down on the table as a reflex, before Lockwood’s wordlessly shoved a notebook beneath her pen.

“The watch was old. It couldn’t have been made in the last fifty years,” Lucy offered, and George nodded.

“I really don’t think it was hers… I don’t know.”

“I agree,” Lucy offered, “I don’t have any evidence but… it seems wrong.”

“I shouldn’t have given it to DEPRAC,” Lockwood grumbled.

His friends pointedly ignored him.

“The way she’d hidden it… it must have been intentional. Surely?” George was hypothesising.

“Trying to get a discount on her fee?” Lucy asked, but Lockwood shook his head.

“She didn’t want any of the money back. Just for us to clear the second ghost.”

“It’s not like she was tight on cash,” George added.

“Sometimes the richest ones are the stingiest,” Lockwood countered, but George rolled his eyes.

“Did you see how many diamonds she had? The clothes? I don’t think she was afraid of spending money.”

“They get that from brands,” Lockwood bickered back, “like, free stuff. To wear at red carpets and events.”

“I don’t think she’s still getting invited to red carpets–”

Lucy was used to tuning out their chatter by now. She had stopped listening.

Something was bothering her. Lucy pulled a familiar newspaper spread free from the stack of papers, looking at all those photos of celebrities pouring in and out of Norma’s house. She didn’t wait for the boys to stop bickering before she spoke.

“The party didn’t stop. They had hired agents there, as guards. But they only found the body after everyone important had left.”

She felt the rest of the agency’s eyes on her, and pulled the second newspaper free from the stack.

“When they found the body, there was no one leaving. The original agents weren’t there.”

George shook his head.

“It’s weird, to have a party in a house that was so recently haunted. Don’t you think?”

“She didn’t mention she was having it cleared for a party,” Lockwood recalled, “people usually say, if there’s an urgent event or something.”

“She might have a lot of parties,” Lucy interjected, “it’s not that weird to not tell us. Maybe it was just celebrating? Trying to make her house less creepy?”

“Or she needed to muddy the evidence,” George pointed out. “I thought that at the time, actually. It seemed weird.”

Lockwood leant back in his chair, hands drumming on the table. He had a different answer.

“I think she wanted Perez to die.”  

George and Lucy both stared at the black and white newspaper photos in front of them. Lucy could see Norma in one, beautiful and effortless as she waved goodbye to a guest. She knew where the camera was, her face posed, a slim hourglass figure silhouetted against the lights inside.

Lockwood was still speaking, fleshing out his theory.

“Sources are expensive. If she’d bought a source for the collector’s value… one, it wouldn’t be hidden in some tights. She would have bought a silver display case or something. Two, she wouldn’t want us to destroy it.”

“She wanted that ghost to kill him,” Lucy realised.

“It certainly explains some things,” George conceded.

The Archive was getting busier, more agents and more researchers, a few elderly patrons wandering the isles. Lockwood was scanning all of them, glancing at faces. Checking who was near enough to overhear them.

George was drawing out a timeline, pen erratic as he made notes.

“Norma Fields notices a ghost, sometime after her friend’s necklace is brought in the house. Apparently doesn’t notice that connection. Then,” he drew another line, “she hires us. We clear the ghost. She then has a party, someone gets killed by a Type II. She’s just paid to have a type II removed. Plausible deniability. There’s not even a manslaughter charge for that.”

“It just looked like we screwed up,” Lockwood frowned. “So you think she planned it? Bought the second source intentionally, then left it in her underwear drawer?”

“Unless she didn’t know it was a source,” George offered, “which seems unlikely. You don’t hide something like that unless you know it’s illegal.”

“Or it’s one of her magazines.”

“She didn’t even hide those.”

Lucy cleared her throat, interrupting the boys’ tangent.

“All that effort, just to kill one near-stranger?” She mused, “and why hire us? Why not Fittes? If she didn’t really want discretion…”

“We don’t have a whole legal team behind us.” George retorted, “Or a long history. Fewer gadgets and toys. Less specific contracts. We’re easier to throw under the bus.”

“It’s probably that we don’t have a legal team,” Lockwood admitted, shifting uncomfortably. “Or a PR manager.”

“You’re our PR manager, that’s why we’re always in trouble,” Lucy muttered.

Lockwood teasingly jostled her with his shoulder, and she stared down at the timeline to avoid thinking about the flip of her stomach. Her eyes landed on the remnants of the breakfast he’d brought her. George rolled his eyes, though only Lockwood caught it.

“We should tell DEPRAC,” the researcher added soberly.

It grounded them all back down to the case.

Lucy sighed. Bailey’s ghost was there, again. In some deep part of her mind.

“I’m not completely convinced it makes sense,” she admitted.

Lucy circled his first point, blue pen over black biro. Adding a question mark for good measure.

“I don’t think she’s stupid. She had to have known what the source would be. If you take something valuable from a dead body, you know it could be a source. Everyone knows that. You take a necklace from a murder victim. Suddenly there’s a ghost in your house. It’s not rocket science.”

The boys nodded.

“It’s a fair point, though I’m not sure models are known for their intelligence,” George turned his nose up.

“She’s clearly smart, George. She’s already conned us into helping her commit murder.”

He conceded, a quick flash of regret across his face.

She could tell they were all trying to recall that night. Find a why and a how amongst all that chaos and stress. All she could remember was being ghost locked, that thick coppery taste which filled her mouth and throat, drowning her senses in death. Lucy shuddered.

“If you were buying a ghost, why buy a Limbless? They’re terrifying.”

“And hard to clear,” George agreed.

Lockwood tapped his pen on the table, eyes fixed on the skylights as he thought.

She closed her eyes. In a split second, Lucy found herself back in Bailey’s death loop. The screaming. The begging. Fear ran through her.

No, please. No.

Water was in her ears, her throat.

She scrambled for the paper, eyes flying open wildly, letting the pages crunch beneath her hands as she flipped through the story until she got to the photo she wanted. Adil Perez stared back at her. She wondered if he might look evil, the second time. Some manic, killer’s gaze looking back at her in black and white.

It was just a normal photo, a laughing young man with designer headphones around his neck. He was good-looking enough to be one of the models, shirt open to his navel to reveal a toned body.

Lucy recoiled in horror, garbled screaming distant in her ears.

“He killed her,” she realised.

“Luce?”

Lockwood was watching her intently, his concern slightly better hidden than George’s.

“It could have been him. In Bailey’s death loop. I don’t know I just… feel it.”

“The Limbless?” George asked, and Lucy shook her head viciously.

“Perez. The guy who died at Norma’s house.”

“It couldn’t have been Norma?” Lockwood asked, “If they fell out… Perez saw, maybe?”

“No. It was a man.”

There was a finality in her voice that made both the boys fall silent. Finally, George spoke softly, if only to pull Lucy back into the present.

“And you think it was the DJ?”

“Yeah. I just… feel it.”

Lockwood looked unconvinced, so she turned to George.

“Perez kills Bailey, so Norma kills Perez with a ghost?”

“And uses us as a get out of jail free card,” Lockwood perked up suddenly, “an alibi. She says there’s a type II ghost. We clear the ghost. A partygoer is killed a few nights later, by a type II.”

“And they can say it’s because we screwed up,” Lucy whispered, looking between her colleagues as realisation dawned.

George was writing something down. Frowning at his notes. The timeline was covered in scribbles.

“It would make sense,” Lockwood was continuing, voice rising with his excitement despite the glares of people walking past, “

“It’s a lot of preplanning,” Lucy pulled the chain of her necklace to her lip, worrying it. She was doubting their plan.

It was a big accusation.

“Not enough,” Lockwood frowned. “She knew we’d find the watch.”

“Unless she thought it would kill us,” Lucy contended, “it was hidden well enough, it almost did.”

There was an arrogant glint in Lockwood’s eye as he looked between his colleagues.

“Not good enough to hide from us, Luce. She knew we were good. All of London does, by now. You’d hire some crap solo agent if you didn’t want the source found.”

“Not necessarily.” George was still thinking, absentmindedly taking his pen apart and putting it back together as he thought through every possible option.

Lucy bloody hated playing chess against him.

“What if a solo agent had been killed?” he proposed, “She had to know Bailey was a powerful ghost. I think she used us because she thought we wouldn’t figure it out.”

“Or couldn’t tell anyone,” Lockwood countered.

“Do you think she brought the source home on purpose?”

They both looked at Lucy as she spoke. The mention of Bailey’s name had brought the gravity of it all back to her.

Against her better judgement, Norrie’s blank face flashed into her mind.

“I just… having your friend like that. In your own house. I’m not sure I’d ever go back.”

Lockwood had stopped moving, holding his breath. George looked between them nervously.

“She couldn’t see her, Luce,” George offered gently. “Or hear her.”

Lucy shook her head.

“She knew she was there. And… I don’t know. You’d know, surely? That she’s your friend? With the timing. The necklace…”

Finally Lockwood’s shoulders dropped, and he turned to face her.

“Not everyone’s as sensitive as you, Luce. As Talented,” he corrected himself, “I think… she might not have known it was Bailey.”

“She had to have done. It’s horrific.”

George nodded.

They were in silence for a moment. She thought Karim might have had a new diagram in front of him. Maybe a mindmap. She mountains of books around them seemed ridiculous now. They hadn’t needed any of it.

Lucy closed her eyes, pictured the interactions she’d had with Norma. Even stripping away how stunned she’d been to meet a supermodel, it was hard to imagine her as a cold-blooded killer.

Then again, she’d played them for fools. Even Lockwood had been outplayed. Not just a pretty face.

Something else bothered her, as she recalled Norma’s lack of fear at leaving the house close to dusk. The way she’d sauntered to the night cab. The three of them didn’t have that effortless grace, as they threw around their kit bags and avoided catching their rapiers in car doors.

She frowned.

“She left without bags every time,” Lucy realised, “where do you think she was going?”

George shrugged.

“Gentleman friend? Hotel?” he speculated, “I assume when you’re that rich, you just sort of step out of the house and things appear for you.”

“I don’t know,” Lucy mumbled, “it just seems weird.”

“Not the weirdest thing she had going on.”

She laughed.

George was distracted, tapping at the pages of his notebook. Lockwood was glancing around the library in thought.

Lucy sank back into her chair.

“What is her deal?” George exhaled, rubbing at the frown lines appearing on his forehead. “To play with sources like that… it’s so dangerous, it borders on stupid.”

She had started the day exhausted, and putting the pieces of their investigation together had only made her more tired. Some traitorous part of her kept glancing across at Lockwood’s arms, his sleeves rolled up, wondering what he’d do if she leaned her head against his shoulder.

But there were too many people here. Lockwood was too unpredictable. George would scoff.

Lockwood’s shirt looked really soft.

“Why would he have been in her dressing room?” Lucy asked suddenly.

George frowned.

“I don’t know.”

“Did the door have a lock?”

The bedroom had. So did the office. Lucy frowned to recall, before Lockwood interrupted her train of thought.

“Yeah. It did. I remember worrying if it was a poltergeist. Thought I think it was one of those ones without a key. That you can undo from the outside with a coin,” he mimed it, and Lucy remembered.

“You could hold it closed that way, too.”

Lockwood tilted his head.

“Yeah, you could do. I suppose.”

It was wild speculation. It would be suicidal, to stand that close to a ghost. A closed door wouldn’t stop a Cold Maiden, let alone a Limbless.

But a lock like that might trap an unsuspecting party guest. Particularly after enough to drink.

“So, what do we do now?” George asked.

It was a huge accusation to make. The pieces didn’t quite fit.

Lucy couldn’t help thinking of Bailey.

It wasn’t the first time today that Anthony Lockwood had surprised her. This time it came in the form of a sensible and softly spoken business decision.

“I’ll have an unofficial conversation with Barnes. I think we should all go home.”

*

Despite the images of Bailey haunting her – in both the joyful, frozen moment of her polaroid photo, and in death – Lucy managed a nap. Lockwood was out, and it was still hours from dusk. George was wandering around downstairs, and the smell of biscuits cooking greeted her as she wandered from her room.

Wordlessly, Lucy made them both tea, setting it down at the table. The wire baking rack sat on the countertop, the cookies cooling. Lucy had nicked one and burned her mouth, making George mutter something about Karma which she knew he didn’t mean.

Now, almost an hour later, they were still there. George was reading, cans of soup and a loaf of bread out but remaining uncooked. Lucy had been polishing her rapier, though had quickly grown bored and instead opted to start drawing on the thinking cloth. It was just nice not to be alone. Sharing quiet company.

They both looked up at the sound of the front door.

Lockwood was breathless as he rounded the doorway to the kitchen, hands bracing him in the frame as he panted.

“The guy at Satchell’s said Norma Fields had been there!”

Lucy glanced up. There was a familiar yellow bag at his feet.  

“Lockwood! You have to stop going to Satchell’s alone, you’ll bankrupt us!” George groaned, head braced in his hands.

“No! You don’t understand,” he stepped into the room, throwing a grin at Lucy, “she bought two silver boxes! Barnes told me. They track when anyone who isn’t an agent buys them, so I went and asked! It was definitely her.”

“She knew she was holding sources,” George realised.

Lockwood’s grin grew wider, hands extended at the revelation.

Lucy shrugged.

“It could just be those Bulgari earrings she wanted back? They’re expensive, source or not.”

George tilted his head, distracted.

“If you took the diamonds out, do you think the diamonds could be reused? Is just one of them a source?”

Lockwood shot him a dirty look, his frown so severe George could see it around Lockwood’s sunglasses.

“Two boxes, guys. And she doesn’t know we’ve still got the jewellery. What was she buying them for?”

Lucy decided to indulge him, abandoning her sketch of Norma on the table

“One for the limbless, obviously,” Lucy proposed, “and maybe she thought Perez might try to seek revenge?”

“She’s clearly operating on quite a loose understanding of how sources work,” George added.

Lucy wasn’t quite sure she agreed, and Lockwood said as much.

“I think she knows far more than we’d like her to,” he added, “though it does lend credence to the idea she preplanned all of this.”

“When did she buy the silver boxes?” Lucy asked.

“Over two weeks ago.”

George sat back in his chair, book forgotten as he stared at Lockwood.

“So that’s it. We’re right.” George declared.

“We might be right,” Lucy countered, “I’m sure there are a million other things that could have happened.”

“Name one, Lucy. I don’t think there is.”

“That’s enough,” Lockwood leant against the doorway, trying to hide the smugness Lucy knew was brewing just beneath the surface of his expression. “We need to tell DEPRAC everything.”

Lucy curled her fingers. She could still feel the prescription bag, those pill packets, beneath her fingers.

They could mean nothing. They could be critical.

“Where do you think she went?” she asked, “at night. That house hardly looked lived in. She left without bags. It all just seems… weird.”

“We’ll go into the office tomorrow, to make a formal report. I’m sure DEPRAC will get to the bottom of it after that.”

Lucy didn’t think any of them seemed particularly convinced by Lockwood’s words – least of all Lockwood – but nonetheless she nodded. They weren’t homicide detectives – they were kids who hunted ghosts.

She would be glad for the case to be out of their hands. George started making them cheese toasties and tomato soup, nodding politely while Lockwood talked her through everything he’d bought at Satchell’s.

*

The sun had set, and Lucy and Lockwood had ended up in the library. Lockwood had taken his sunglasses off, still embarrassed by the damage to his eyes but finally able to read again. Lucy had dimmed the lights, keeping just the two table lamps on, and he had offered her the gentlest smile she’d ever seen from him in thanks.

George had gone to his room, maybe tired of wearing trousers for the day – Lucy understood – and Lucy was a little glad of it.

On the footstall between them lay an open gossip rag magazine. Adil Perez and Bailey McCormick had been dating. The whole agency had read the page, after Lucy had wordlessly left it out. She avoided looking at the page, like it was her very own death glow. None of them had discussed it. They would take the page to Barnes tomorrow, and hope the spectre of the case disappeared from 35 Portland Row.

Her favourite Lockwood was back. The one who didn’t need to prove himself to her. He could just settle, read a fantasy novel with far more romance in it than he’d ever admit to liking, content in her company.

“Do you want a beer?” Lucy murmured, with every intention of getting off the sofa she was lying on.

She just wasn’t moving yet.

Lockwood glanced up at her from his armchair, pupils finding her easily. Lucy felt something warm and fuzzy approaching relief in her stomach.

“Do we have any wine open?” he replied, letting his book drop to his lap.

“We don’t, but we could open a bottle? I’d go for wine.”

“Sure,” Lockwood smiled, he was teasing her, “we can spare the expense for tonight.”

It was a screw-top bottle of red that cost a fiver, and Lockwood would always groan at the label then drink it anyway, as though he had any idea about expensive wines. Without seeing the bottle, he wouldn’t have a clue.

Lucy poured two large glasses and grabbed a bag of the fancy crisps Lockwood liked, leaving the bottle open on the kitchen table. Beneath the bottle, a drop of red blossomed dark pink across the thinking cloth. Lucy thought it looked like a flower. She didn’t make any effort to clear it away. Like everything else on the cloth, it was a memory.

She ascended the dark stairs easily, creeping back into the library to see Lockwood glance up from his book and smile at her.

He took the wine and crisps with a soft thanks, and Lucy drifted reluctantly back to the sofa. He was staring at her as she took the first sip, leaning back against the arm of the sofa, ankles crossed.

She wiped her mouth, checking she hadn’t stained her lips red before she spoke.

“What?”

“It’s so nice to have an evening where I’m not terrified for your life,” Lockwood admitted.

Lucy smiled despite herself. Despite the fact she wanted Lockwood to fear for his life. Despite the fact she knew she shouldn’t indulge in whatever was happening between her and Lockwood.

“Agreed.”

Didn’t she deserve it? To be happy? If they both wanted this, why was she so reluctant to let him care for her?

They drank their wine in silence, Lucy flicking through her own book, taking it in turns to watch each other. Lockwood got up to pass her the crisps, insisting when she declined, until she took a handful and reluctantly admitted they were just okay.

Lockwood poured them drinks the next time, making a show of her glass being the one in his left hand, although Lucy was surprised to realise she didn’t actually care. Maybe it was the wine, which caused the pang of melancholy in her chest. Maybe it was the realisation she hadn’t felt like this since Norrie was taken.

She didn’t give Lockwood the chance to pick his book back up again. She wanted him there. Present. Talking to her and looking at her. She needed to see the brown of his irises.

“How are your eyes feeling?”

“Much better. Thank you, for that night. I hate those drops, but I’m not sure I’d be able to read just yet without them.”

“Well... take it easy. Don’t overstrain.”

Lucy didn’t need to tell him she didn’t mind, that she’d do it again, whenever. Lockwood would never ask for help. She’d have to impose it on him.

“Thanks Luce.”

Neither of them returned to their books. They couldn’t hear George moving around anymore, he must have gone to bed.

“I meant to get some of those biscuits George made,” Lockwood realised suddenly, “are you hungry? I know we didn’t have much for dinner…”

“I’m fine, Lockwood.”

Lucy caught a flash of dejection on his face, and corrected herself.

“Thank you, though.”

She always wondered why he favoured the armchair. He was too lanky for it, slumping down to extend his long legs in front of him. He always seemed folded up, further away from her than he needed to be, and yet his socked feet almost reached her as he sprawled out to fit.

Lucy told him as much, and Lockwood laughed.

“I’m not going to kick you off the sofa Luce, I’m fine.”

She smiled, reminding herself that wasn’t a rejection. Just a comment. She didn’t tell Lockwood there was plenty of space for both of them.

“I don’t think I thank you properly, by the way. For packing those sunglasses.”

“For all the good they did,” she joked nervously.

Lucy couldn’t stop looking at the burst blood vessel in his left eye, even as he sighed and looked straight at her.

“I would have been even more useless, if you’d forgotten those sunglasses.”

“You’re not useless,” she chided, “I didn’t even realise how much pain you were in. I was the one dramatic enough to faint.”

He wanted to tell her off for being self-deprecating. Lucy could see it. Instead, he smiled, rolled his neck to rest his head on one palm. His wine was cradled in the other palm, and he brought it to his lips before he spoke.

“Thank god for George.”

*

The next morning they were due in Barnes’ office at eleven o’clock sharp. A midmorning start was a surprisingly difficult thing for 35 Portland Row, and George was still running around upstairs shouting about trying to find his shoes, and his wallet, and something else Lucy couldn’t quite hear.

The newspaper clattered through their letterbox just as they were ready to leave, and Lockwood frowned at the familiar name on the front as he reached down to get it.

He unfolded the paper, holding it a touch lower so Lucy could read it beside him.

On one side of the page was a photo of a younger Norma, smiling genially. Barely-there straps were the only thing covering her slim shoulders, hair and makeup gentle, a gleaming chandelier necklace at the base of her throat. Above the scant text on the cover was a smaller, far more recent photo, taken in a hospital bed. She wasn’t wearing makeup, her hair falling elegantly beside her face. Even Norma’s blue hospital gown appeared tailored, maybe clipped behind her as she offered the camera a wide smile.

Lucy thought it was knowing. There was something in her wide, gleaming eyes that made Lucy feel like she was looking right at her. That she had already imagined this moment, as she touched Lucy’s scuffed chin in this very corridor, making her flush. Telling her she was beautiful in front of Lockwood. Summoning energy Lucy realised she might not have had to saunter into their lives and use them for her own means.

Norma had planned this to the end. Taken the photos. Tidied up her loose ends. Thrown herself a goodbye party. Gotten her revenge.

George descended the stairs, stopping short as he almost ran into their backs. He gasped as he read the headline.

Model Norma Fields Dies of Heart Failure, Age 51.

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FU In my head (Be The Young 18)

GIANT TW which will be valid for each episode for suicidal thoughts, self-h*rm, violence, cursing, relatives dying, mentions of s*x, s*xual assault

All chapter titles are song titles, some of them translated from Italian songs. We start from the first season and make out way through the series. I will break canon (mostly from the S2 finale) but will try to get back into it for the sake of ✨ lore ✨ .

Summary: Emily's life used to be normal. Until one day, her family died, leaving behind just one letter.

"After reading this whole letter, call John Winchester. [...] He’s your real father."

MASTERLIST

FU in my head

Sorry for acting this strange, I can’t control myself [...] If I’m honest, it’s more fun when you can’t read my mind

When she opened her eyes, it was because of insistent knocking. She was on the motel floor, Dean passed out on the other side of the room. The knocking continued as Emily stood up and started walking towards Dean. She lightly kicked his body and he also started to come back to his senses. Groaning, Emily walked towards the door and opened it. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey. It’s past your checkout.” The words didn’t register, a big headache hitting her. 

“What?” She asked. 

“It's past checkout, and I've got a couple here that needs your room.” Emily looked at the ‘couple’, which consisted of a very embarrassed businessman and a girl who was clearly a hooker. 

“Sure, uh- can you give us ten minutes?”

“I’m gonna have to charge you extra, you know.” 

“Of course, ten minutes. We’ll be out.” Emily closed the door and went back to trying to get Dean off the floor. 

“Wake up, sleepy head, we need to go.” She tapped him with her foot again. 

“Uh?” 

“We need to go!” She repeated. “What the hell happened, Dean?”  

Dean, groggy, sat up. “I think Sam knocked me out.” He said. 

“Alright, we can mourn your ego another time, the manager is out there, let’s go!” Emily opened the tap water and washed her face, trying to fully get back to a normal state. 

Ten minutes later they walked to a nearby diner. Emily handed Dean her laptop as she ate a stack of pancakes which they had planned on sharing. Dean talked with the phone company and soon, they had the location of Sam’s phone. By the time Dean had closed the call, there were no more pancakes. “Dude.” He said. “Where are my pancakes?” 

Emily smiled mischievously and pointed to her belly. “Remind me to never share food with you anymore. You ready? Let’s go.” He took his jacket and they left. “Can I ask you something?” He said, entering the car. 

“Sure.” 

“What did you mean when you said Sam was ‘blocking you out’?” 

“You know our weird, psychic powers? Well, sometimes we like- feel each other's emotions. It's weird, it happened back in Portland when he got attacked and- it looks like it only happens when they are strong emotions. And all those things Sam said… he wasn't feeling any of them.” 

“So he was either blocking you out or lying.” 

“Right.” Emily closed the door and Dean started the engine. “Dean, do you think Sam really went dark side or is there something else going on?” 

“I don't know, kid. But whatever it is, it ain't good.” He exhaled.

“Alright, we- where are we going exactly?” 

“Remember Jo?”

“No, not really.” 

“Ah, wait- I think you never met her. Well, she's a friend.” Emily looked at Dean pronouncing the word friend and raised her eyebrows.

“Is she a cute friend?” 

Dean got briefly distracted from the street to look at Emily, confirming her suspect. 

“Don't even think about it.”

“I'm not thinking anything.” She giggled. Dean dismissed her and kept driving. 

“I think he's in there.” Said Dean a couple of hours later pointing to a bar on the side of a lake.

“Dean, wait.” She stopped him from exiting the car. “Please, tell me what you think we're going against.”

“Well, I was thinking and- I think he might be possessed. I'll try to spray him with holy water, keep him in your sight and get ready to stop him if he tries to run, okay?”

“Kinda.” 

“What do you mean, kinda?” 

“When you say stop him you mean shoot him, right?” 

“If it comes down to that, yes.” 

“Dean-”

“You don't have to kill him, just slow him down. Can you do it?” Emily didn't answer, she just limited herself to staring in front of her. “Emily, we don't have time for this, can you do it or not?!” 

“I'll try.” She sighed, loading her gun. They approached the building and Dean didn't hesitate to kick down the door. Emily entered quickly after, gun ready. The second they entered the room, Sam grabbed something from a nearby pillar and turned around Jo. The object, which Emily quickly realized being a knife, swiftly landed very close to Jo's throat. 

“I begged you to stop me, Dean!” Said Sam, desperation painting his face. 

“Sam, just put the knife down.” Said Emily, walking at Dean’s side. He slowly approached Sam, reaching for something in his inside pocket. 

“I told you I can't fight it!” Said Sam. “My head feels like it's on fire, all right?!” 

“Sam, it really doesn't. I would know.” Intervened Emily. Dean glared at her, worried.

“What do you know about my feelings?!” Said Sam, pressing the knife harder on Jo's skin. “Who are you to tell me what's going on in here?!” He pointed at his head with his gun, not letting go of Jo. Dean stood where he was. “Kill me, Dean, or I’m gonna kill her.” He pointed back at Jo. “Please, you’d be doing me a favor!” 

“We’re not gonna kill you, Sam.” Said Emily, stern. She had walked very close to Sam and Jo. So close that Sam seemed very restless. She touched her back pocket, making sure she still had the holy water. 

“Of course you won’t! You don’t have the guts. But Dean does!” 

Slightly offended, Emily tried to keep in mind that Sam wasn’t talking, the demon was. She looked at Dean. He exhaled deeply, trying to maintain the calm. 

“What the hell's wrong with you, Dean? I thought you trained her, didn’t you?” Dean and Emily exchanged a look. 

Was that the “time to shoot him“ look? Or was it just a look? Emily tried to decipher Dean’s expression but all she could see was stress. 

“Sam, have I ever told you about the time I almost killed Dean?” Sam looked at her, confused. “It went more or less like this.” If Dean’s expression wasn’t very telling, she had to go on instinct alone. With a leap, she put herself between her and Jo and grabbed the wrist he was holding the knife with, pushing him away from his victim. Then, she quickly sprayed him with holy water. With a painful scream, he freed himself from her hold and looked up. As his eyes painted black, he started running and jumped out of a window. Dean hesitated for a second to look at Jo and Emily, but the latter was quick to gesture to him to go after Sam. He disappeared through the same window. 

The first thing Emily did was take off Jo’s gag. “Are you okay?” She asked, undoing the rest of the knots who were keeping her trapped. 

“I think I'll be okay. Was he possessed?”

“I’m pretty sure, yeah. Name’s Emily, by the way.” She set her free. Massaging her wrists, Jo groaned in pain. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Emily took a better look at Jo and coincidentally, a mild stomach pain got her. Jo nodded. 

“You good?” She asked. 

“What?” Emily caught herself staring at the girl in front of her. “Sure, uh- Let’s go find Dean.”

They went out the door and tried to reach the piers where Sam and Dean seemed to have run to. Jo tried to call Dean’s phone. “It's just going straight to voicemail.” 

“Damnit- DEAN!” Yelled Emily. “I swear to god-” She whispered. “If he’s dead I’ll bring him back just to slap him once more.” Jo’s expression quickly went from serious to amused, but just for a second. Then, she called him again.  

The faint sound of rock music reached Emily’s ears. She stopped walking and also stopped Jo, grabbing her shoulder. She signaled to not make any noise. After focusing on the sound, she sprinted towards a ramp that was going right into the water. At the end, completely drenched, was Dean. Emily tapped him with her foot just like she had done that same morning on the motel floor. “Dean!” She called. The man groaned, in pain, and sat back up. “What the fuck happened to you?!” She asked, removing some leaves from his hair he had picked up from the water. 

“Where's Sam?” He asked. “I don't know, he hasn’t come back for us. Dean, what happened?” 

“He shot me.” 

“He shot you?” 

“Am I speaking chinese?” 

“Alright, we can go after him later, let’s patch you up.” Dean refused the help Emily was trying to give him and tried to stand up by himself. She and Jo watched him fail. “You gonna let me help you, or…“

“Shut the fuck up.” He groaned. Emily rolled her eyes, looking at Jo, and she answered with an empathetic smile. The mild stomach pain arrived again. 

Maybe it wasn’t stomach pain, maybe it was butterflies. Not having the time to really think about what was happening in her stomach, Emily forced Dean up the floor and Jo helped her walk him inside the bar. 

Back inside, Dean sat down and Emily started working to get the bullet out of him. Jo helped her by passing her tools and by scolding Dean when he complained too much. 

“Stop being a baby!” Said Emily, about half way done. “And stay still.” 

Jo passed Emily a long pair of forceps after dunking them inside some whiskey. “Thanks.” She smiled. Dean scowled at her.

Emily held her breath and slowly entered Dean’s shoulder, trying to get a grip of the bullet. 

“I thought you were supposed to be good at this!” He said, flinching for the pain. Emily slowly backed out of his flesh, no bullet in sight. 

“I literally have one inch of metal in your shoulder. Do you really think this is a good time to move? Or make any sound? Good doesn’t mean painless.”

“Shut up and drink.” Jo passed Dean a glass of whiskey, which he drank immediately.  

“Count to ten, I’ll be in and out, okay?” Said Emily, putting a leg on Dean’s lap to keep him from moving. “Are you ready?” He reluctantly nodded. As promised, Emily entered his shoulder, grabbed the bullet and extracted it. The second it was out, she dropped it into a glass of alcohol. Dean exhaled. 

“Fuck, that hurt.” 

“If you keep complaining, next time I’ll do it with my bare fingers.” She started covering the wound. 

“Can I ask you guys something?” Asked Jo. Emily nodded, smiling. 

“Sure.” 

“I know demons lie, but ... do they ever tell the truth too?”

Emily looked at Dean, who had nothing for her but pain and disappointment. “I guess. Especially if they know it’ll mess with you. Why?” Emily stole Dean’s glass and took a swig of whiskey. She offered some to Jo. She refused. 

“Nothing. Doesn't matter.” She answered. “So do you have any idea where Sam's headed to next?” 

“Well, so far he's been going after the nearest hunter, so…“ Said Dean. After trailing off, he looked at Emily. She finished patching up and released his leg, computing what he was trying to communicate. When she did, she jumped out of her chair. 

“Oh my god!” She said. “He’s going after Bobby!” 

Dean also stood up and grabbed his jacket. Jo did the same, but Dean stopped her. 

“You're not coming.” He said, as if it was an obvious fact, pointing at Jo. Emily scrunched her nose in disappointment. 

Why was she disappointed? 

She put her jacket on. 

“The hell I'm not. I'm a part of this now.” Complained Jo.

“I can't say it more plain than this.” Said Dean, adjusting his shirt. “You try to follow me and I'll tie you right back to that post and leave you here. This is my fight. I'm not getting your blood on my hands.” He quickly left the building and Emily followed her, at the very last moment, she turned around. 

“See you later, okay?” She waved at Jo. She smiled back. 

She jogged after Dean, catching up with him and getting into the car. 

“What was that?!” He asked, turning on the engine. 

“What?” Emily put on her seatbelt, cluelessly looking at him.

“Thanks Jo, see you later, Jo“ He mocked. 

“I’m sorry…?” She said, even more confused than before. “Dean, what are you talking about?!” 

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you be this kind to anybody.” 

”...and?” 

“What, you like Jo or something?” Emily shook her head and ignored his question. “Oh my god, you do!” 

“I don’t- shut up and drive!” She answered, nervous. “And even if I did… What are you, jealous or something?” 

Dean gazed at her, nervous as well. “I- shut up and- and be a passenger!”

Emily shook her head and went back to focusing on where they were headed to. She still didn’t really have time to process what was going on. Sam was possessed and he was going around killing hunters. She had been awake for almost twenty four hours, not able to catch an actual break. Dean had been shot and she was barely holding on to her last bits of calm. All she could do was hope Bobby would handle Sam until they got her.

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Uses of Cement

Cement plays a key role in our lives. In every aspect of our lives, there is a contribution of cement, from our homes to our workplaces. Cement is used as a binder in the construction industry. It is also the base material used for all types of construction, including roads, housing, hospitals, bridges, schools, dams and ports. Cement is an essential component of decorative applications like floors, driveways, pools, tables, sculptures, bookcases and many more. 

Cement is a reliable and versatile construction material that has a wide range of universal applications. There are several uses of cement in the construction industry such as cement concrete, cement mortar and other several types of concrete or masonry structures.Cement plant machinery manufacturers have listed multiple uses of cement.

Used to prepare cement mortar and cement concrete

Cement is used as grout material to repair leaks and breakage

It is used to build thermal-proof structures, fireproof structures and chemical-proof structures

Cement is used to construct concrete cement roads

It is used to build frost-resistant and hydrographic structures.

It is applied for aesthetic concrete construction

 Cement is used to prepare cement concrete

Cement concrete is the main component of building materials in the construction industry. It has a universal application and is used around the globe. It is widely used to build marvellous structural pieces/properties. Concrete comprises of cement, coarse aggregate, fine aggregate and water in respected proportion. Cement plant equipment suppliers use Portland cement to prepare concrete. In some cases, concrete is prepared from high alumina cement or rapid hardening cement.

 Cement is used to build fireproof or heatproof structures

Exterior structures need to be protected from extreme weather temperatures and prevent fire accidents. Diffusion Engineers use cement to build robust fire-resistant structures or construction components. High alumina cement is the best-fitted material to make cement concrete for construction structures in high-temperature regions.

 Cement is used to build chemical-proof structures

Some structures or buildings are exposed to chemicals. These chemicals may damage the structure, which can cause accidents. Therefore, it is essential to build robust resistant structures. Acid-resistant cement is very useful, and sulphate-resistant cement is useful for underwater structures, ships, bridges or sewages.

 Cement is used for grouting

Grouting is a process of filling joints, cracks or openings in structures/building foundations. Grouting uses cement to repair damages or cracks on buildings or other surfaces. The process of grouting includes mixing cement with water and sand and applying it to the damaged areas. Cement plant machinery manufacturers use micro fine cement to fill fine or deep cracks on the surface.

Conclusion:

Cement is an essential component in the construction industry. It has a wide range of universal applications around the globe. Cement acts as a binder in building a foundation and does the job of filling the cracks or repairing the damaged parts of the surface. Cement is also used to create aesthetically appealing structures like monuments, museums, statues, construction designs and many more.

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Revitalizing and enhancing the structural integrity of buildings and infrastructure is a crucial aspect of modern construction. In the vibrant city of Dubai, Reva International offers cutting-edge solutions through MasterEmaco N 907 and MasterTop 1231. These products are two of the many offerings from Reva International, designed to meet the highest standards of construction and renovation. In this article, we will explore the capabilities of MasterEmaco N 907 and MasterTop 1231 and how they play a pivotal role in transforming structures in the heart of the UAE.

MasterEmaco N 907 — A Two-Component Marvel

MasterEmaco N 907 stands as a testament to the innovative engineering solutions offered by Reva International. It is a two-component acrylic polymer-modified blow hole filler and re-profiling mortar, designed to address the most intricate needs of construction projects in Dubai.

One of the standout features of MasterEmaco N 907 is its versatility. It can be applied up to 10 mm, making it a reliable choice for various applications. When used as a skim coat before the application of protective coatings, it ensures that the surface is perfectly smooth and ready to receive further treatments. This is particularly beneficial in a city like Dubai, where aesthetics and durability are paramount.

Moreover, MasterEmaco N 907 is specially formulated to produce a shrinkage-compensated mortar, eliminating the risk of cracks when applied in thin sections. This ensures that the structural integrity of the building remains uncompromised, even in Dubai’s extreme weather conditions.

The composition of MasterEmaco N 907 includes a carefully balanced blend of Portland cements, selected aggregates, and liquid acrylic. These components are provided in a convenient, pre-packaged form, requiring only on-site mixing to produce a creamy, easily applicable mortar. This streamlined approach to application saves time and resources, making it an ideal choice for construction projects in Dubai.

MasterTop 1231 — Epoxy Excellence

MasterTop 1231 serves as the ultimate solution for projects requiring a decorative epoxy overlay system for concrete floors. This multi-component, self-smoothing, and solvent-free system offers meticulous design, ensuring continuous protection for concrete floors at thicknesses ranging from 2.0 to 4.0 mm.

Dubai’s architectural landscape, characterized by innovation and style, finds in MasterTop 1231 a suitable match. This material, with its unique properties, transforms into a dense, colorful, glossy surface upon curing. This addition of an aesthetic dimension not only enhances visual appeal but also imparts a robust protective layer, crucial for structures exposed to constant wear and tear.

MasterTop 1231’s versatility extends beyond concrete floors, making it a fitting choice for various surfaces, including glazed and terrazzo tiles, steel, and timber. This adaptability proves advantageous in Dubai, where diverse construction materials are commonly used, ensuring a uniform appearance throughout projects.

Transitioning to Excellence

Transitioning between products and services seamlessly is an essential aspect of Reva International’s approach to construction in Dubai. It ensures that the entire process is not only efficient but also results in a consistently high standard of workmanship.

Reva International’s Expertise in Dubai

In Dubai, where innovation and modernity define the skyline, Reva International has carved a niche for itself by providing exceptional construction solutions. Their technical department is always ready to assist clients with any requirements beyond the standard applications of their products. This personalized approach is a testament to their commitment to delivering the best to their clients in Dubai.

Conclusion

Reva International is revolutionizing the construction scene in Dubai with its cutting-edge products, MasterEmaco N 907 and MasterTop 1231. These solutions exemplify quality, reliability, and innovation, rendering them indispensable for any construction project in the city.

Dubai’s continuous development and growth offer unique challenges and opportunities for builders. Reva International’s MasterEmaco N 907, a two-component acrylic polymer-modified blow hole filler, addresses the demand for versatile and durable construction solutions. Simultaneously, the self-smoothing, solvent-free, decorative epoxy overlay system, MasterTop 1231, not only infuses style but also enhances the protection of concrete floors, elevating the city’s architectural landscape.

The seamless integration of these two products into a construction project ensures that Dubai not only meets but surpasses its high construction standards. Additionally, Reva International’s expertise and technical support provide a level of assurance and reliability that distinguishes them in the construction industry.

In conclusion, Reva International’s commitment to delivering top-notch solutions eases Dubai’s path toward architectural excellence and modernization. MasterEmaco N 907 and MasterTop 1231 are prime examples of how innovation and technology are shaping the city’s future, one structure at a time.

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Bean Bag Loungers Market: Top Impacting Factors, Global Opportunity Analysis by 2030.

The global bean bag loungers market is experiencing a significant growth, and will grow considerably in next few years. Bean bag lounger is considered to be a large, frameless and soft chair used as a cushion or support made up of cloth like plastic fabric filled with soft plastic chips that easily moulds according to the occupant’s motion. Bean bags are light weight chairs that are portable and easy to clean. These bags can be termed as a multifunctional asset that can be used as a chair, table, floor cushion, foot table and many more. Bean bags are used in both indoor and outdoor segments for relaxing purpose.

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Growth in the construction industry leads to increase in number of residential and commercial buildings anticipating for growth in demand for bean bags in the market. Residential sector is dominating in the use of bean bags as consumers find it more luxurious with numerous applications inside their houses. Consumers demand for products that can be used for various purposes and eliminate other product to save space in their houses that raised popularity of products. It is mainly used for gaming, watching TV, relaxing, eating, studying, and lazing in developed countries, making its way to developing countries.

The global bean bag lounger market trends are as follows:

New products that contain improved capabilities have been launched by leading market players. They have taken necessary steps to improve accuracy of devices and overall functionality as well. Now companies have launched a Moon-Pod bean bag that is specifically engineered to support any body shape. It is filled with high density beads that keep body relaxed and elevated by giving the sensation of floating on a cloud. It is a space saving asset of a house that gives best comfort to body by relieving back and neck pain and reducing anxiety levels.

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Cooling Systems: Sea water pumps are extensively used in power plants, refineries, and other industrial facilities to circulate seawater for cooling purposes. Seawater is a cost-effective and abundant source for cooling, especially in coastal areas.

Desalination: Sea water pumps play a vital role in desalination plants, which convert seawater into fresh water by removing salt and impurities. These pumps help in the intake of seawater, which then goes through the desalination process.

Offshore Oil and Gas Industry: Sea water pumps are used in offshore platforms and drilling rigs to facilitate various operations. They are employed for seawater injection, which helps maintain pressure in oil reservoirs, enhances oil recovery, and prevents subsidence.

Marine Applications: Sea water pumps are essential in marine vessels, such as ships, boats, and submarines. They are used for ballasting and deballasting operations, firefighting systems, and supplying seawater to various onboard systems like cooling systems, sanitary facilities, and deck washdown.

Aquariums and Aquaculture: Sea water pumps are utilized in large aquariums and aquaculture facilities to maintain water circulation, filtration, and aeration. They help in maintaining the overall health and oxygenation of the aquatic environment.

Coastal Engineering: Sea water pumps are employed in coastal engineering projects for dredging, beach nourishment, and land reclamation. They assist in pumping and transporting large volumes of seawater, sediment, or sand.

Research and Testing Facilities: Sea water pumps are used in research institutions, laboratories, and testing facilities for various scientific and experimental purposes related to seawater analysis, simulation, or controlled environments.

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Floor Levelling Sydney

Floor Levelling Sydney is the process of grinding humps and low areas out of concrete floors to create a flat, smooth and sound surface suitable for the installation of your new floor covering. Many new floor coverings require a certain tolerance to be achieved on the substrate for them to perform properly and for warranties to be honoured.

Often, the concrete slab that is used for your flooring has high or low points due to the initial concreting not being up to standard or over time foundations may have settled and lowered the level of the floor. Floor levelling is an important step that is often overlooked when putting in new flooring as the resulting surface will not perform or last as well as it should if not carried out correctly.

Concrete floor levelling is typically done using a self-levelling concrete product that is mixed with water to form a compound. This is then sprayed or troweled over the lowered area to raise it up to the correct height. These compounds can be applied in varying thicknesses and are generally more economical than pouring fresh concrete.

Self-levelling products can be either cement based or acrylic based. The cement based products tend to have better adhesion and strength and are more resilient than the acrylic based types. Both types of floor levellers need to be installed with a high degree of skill and expertise in order to achieve the best results.

We use a range of quality self-levelling and concrete screeding products to provide our clients with the best possible finish to their floors. The process involves the application of a well-blended mixture of ordinary Portland cement, sand and water to a concrete subfloor prior to installing finish floor coverings like timber flooring, vinyl, carpet or tiles.

The minimum acceptable tolerance for laying timber floors is 10mm maximum within any room and 4mm maximum over any 2 meters length. This can often be achieved with our concrete floor screeding service but it is critical that the right technique is used in order to achieve a level and stable floor.

This project encompassed an external 85sqM rooftop balcony at the Santina Apartments in Sydney that required a lightweight engineered floor levelling underlayment to be installed. To meet load bearing requirements the project was carried out using our AFTEK Tru Level Lightweight system which is a 40% lighter alternative to traditional self levelling underlayments and produces a finished external trafficable surface.

The ARDEX TFL course covers customer perceptions, surface preparation and historical case studies, moisture problems, primers, skim coating applications, bulk filling applications, large area floor applications, ultra quick levelling applications and contamination issues. The course is taught by ARDEX Certified trainers and participants receive a certificate upon completion.

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To find spring pest control services and Tips to solve pest problems

Search online: We can search for spring pest control in search engines in the local area. Search "spring pest control services" or "pest control services +location" to get a list of companies that offer pest control services.

Check reviews and ratings: Once we found pest control companies, check their reviews and ratings online. Websites like Yelp, Angie's List, and Google My Business can provide you with reviews from previous customers.

Get recommendations: We may ask friends, and neighbors if they have used any pest control services before and if they would recommend a particular pest control company.

Contact the right pest control companies: After narrowing down your list of potential pest control companies, contact them to ask about their services and cost. We must ask about their experience with spring pests and what types of treatments they offer.

Compare and choose: Once you have collected all the necessary details, compare the pest control services cost, services, and availability to assess which company is the best fit for us. Make sure to choose a licensed and insured company that offers a warranty or guarantee for their services.

There are many general Spring pest control tips available:

Inspect the exterior of your home for any cracks and crevices that pests can use to enter easily to home. Seal off properly find with caulk, weather stripping, or other suitable materials.

Maintain home clean - paying special focus to areas where food is stored or consumed. Wipe down counters, sweep floors neatly, and take out the trash frequently.

Standing water is attractive to Mosquitoes, so remove any standing water nearest to the property, including in bird baths, gutters, and flower pots.

Trim/cut trees and shrubs: Trim back trees and shrubs around your house to prevent pests from using them as a bridge to enter your residency.

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As we finish up 2019 at HbJD, I thought this would be a good grand finale post. I started designing this home last Christmas and worked on building and interior designing / decorating throughout most of 2019 to make it one of our new models. It was very humbling for it to then get voted as best of parade in October by the public. Come and see it on Sundays 1-4 after the holidays! I hope you like it.

Dream Home

48'x60' Great Plains Western Barn Home - 10ft Open-lean-to

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...there are often times an existing YBH house design provides the inspiration for a new client’s home.

Catskill Lodge

Make a good first impression with a unique front entryway. Ready for a new look inside? Our interior doors add flair. With more than 20 years’ experience, we customize every detail of your custom wood doors, from wood species, to stain color, to the amount of light filtering through your entryway.Solid Wood DoorsYou know your style; we know custom millwork. From the start, you’ll be partnered with an engineer who will turn your vision into a beautiful, high-quality solid wood door that matches your design and functionality needs.Our WorkInstallation ProcessWe work with architects, builders, general contractors, interior designers, and homeowners. We understand your unique situations and streamline the production and installation process to deliver consistent quality — hassle-free. Tight timelines, out-of-the-box requests…give us what you got, and we’ll make it happen.Testimonials"We worked with Amos and his team on a custom sapele mahogany front door and trim for our home. They never made us feel that it was too small of a project even though they were busy with much larger projects at the time. We were impressed with how detailed they were and how they allowed us to be very involved in the process. We were very pleased with the whole experience... Our door is a staple of our home!"- Sarah B“My first exposure to Vintage was meeting Amos Fisher to inquire if they could replicate the front façade windows of a 1913 building I was restoring [the West Reading Motor Club]. Amos and Daniel Glick were wonderful to deal with and replicated the exterior and interior window moldings and updated the windows with insulated glass. Their craftsmanship was so outstanding they were asked to do a number of additional projects at this site. In 2020, the restoration won a Pennsylvania Main Street Townie Award for best restoration. Subsequent to this project, I reached out again to Amos for building custom front and garage doors for a new Craftsman-style residence. These doors make the new home stand out. They are great to work with, and their quality is superb.”- Frank CocuzzaDownload Our Brochure

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What are the different uses of cement?

Cement – A multipurpose product

Cement is a versatile material that is used in construction as a building material, among other things. It can be used to make concrete, mortar, and plaster as well. Cement is also an important ingredient in concrete, and is required for a cement mixer. This article will give you an overview of different types of cement and their uses.

Cement is a very versatile product that has many different applications. It has been used for ages to construct buildings, bridges, and roads. It is also used to create cement blocks and concrete. Cement is used in construction, but it is also used in a variety of other ways. It is commonly used to bind the soil, as a filler in paint, and in the manufacture of glass. Cement can also be used in the manufacturing of many other products. Whatever the purpose it is used for, one must be careful to choose the best cement of high quality so that when mixed with other ingredients to prepare concrete, it gives the strength and durability for the building to stand strong against any condition. At SD Conmix, we make sure to use the best cement to provide you with the best quality ready-mix concrete.  While you are aware that cement is primarily used for construction, it is interesting to know that It is also used for making coatings, sealants, and adhesives.

We all know that a cement mixer is a machine that mixes cement, water, and other materials to create a concrete mixture. Generally, cement mixers are used on site to prepare concrete; however, with the advancement of technology, premixed concrete also known as ready-mix concrete is now available reducing time, effort, and cost. It can also be used in a variety of different size molds to suit varied needs. It is a versatile product that can be used in a number of different areas. It is also a cost-effective product. So, cement is a great product for anyone looking to have a lot of different uses for a single product. There are different types of cement used for different purposes. Below listed are a few

Types of Cement

Quick Setting Cement.

Ordinary Portland Cement (OPC).

Rapid Hardening Cement.

Blast Furnace Slag Cement.

Portland Pozzolana Cement (PPC) and more.

Different uses of cement include:

Making joints for drains and pipes.

Preparation of foundations, footpaths, watertight floors, etc.

For masonry work, plastering, pointing, etc.

Construction of important engineering structures such as dams, bridges, lighthouses, tunnels, etc.

Construction of wells, water tanks, roads etc.

Construction of houses and commercial buildings etc.

In addition to the above, cement is also used in the construction of decorative applications such as staircases, floors, patios, pool decks, and items like bookcases, tables, tables, and sculptures. At SD Conmix, we provide you with complete concrete solutions such as concrete blocks, sealants, solvents, and more.

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