"Be careful if you go there tonight. Wear some ski masks," Lily said. "Take some insulated gloves, put some heat packs in your boots. We heard the kids earlier. North winds through the mountains tonight at 40 miles an hour, temperatures are -10 there. That's almost -24 by our standards. Don't take chances. Gear up before you leave here. The chest in the Captain's quarters have been stocked with winter gear. Borrow it, and I'll have Owens replace it."
"Thank you, Lily," Marcus said. "i'll get it." He turned on his heel to go get some ski masks, gloves, scarves, hats, and hand warmers and foot warmers. He brought them back and gave some of each to Lucien and to Angus and kept some for himself, tucking the foot warmers down in his boots, and tucking the hand warmers in his gloves. He and Angus put on their ski masks and gave time for Lucien to get geared up.
When they were all dressed, Angus got out another key. This one had an image of a mountain on the bow. He used it and he ported them to Colorado, to Brian's massive log ranch high in the Colorado mountains. It was still morning there, since Colorado was seven hours behind England. The wind was indeed fierce here and the cold was cutting like a knife.
"From right here, just about everything you see that isn't a mountain peak belongs to Brian Quinn, Robert's son-in-law," Angus said above the howling winds. "This place was where he thought he was going to live but when Khaat came back into his life, that all changed. Now, this place is a training grounds for the organization's agents, and it is also where almost all our children live. If the founders were right in their stats, and they usually are, there are 84 kids here right now. Brian's older brother and sister, Kieran and Fiona live here and run the place for us. I'll take you to see the main house but our newest project is probably what Robert wants you to see. It's northwest of the main house. We can apparate from here."
Angus apparated them to what could have been in any wild west muggle movie. It was a reconstruction of an old west street, with shops and houses.
"This is our housing for our kids," Angus said. He explained that the saloon really was a large hall for the kids' special events, and could hold birthday parties, Christmas parties, movie nights, alal sorts of things. The western houses each housed about four kids. The candy shop, of course, was where kids could spend the credits they earned for good behaviors to buy candy. They could use good grade credits in the toy shop. They went to science class in the blacksmith shop, etc. Every shop was a service for some need they had. Every house was a real home for four to six kids. There were two ranch style bunk houses for kids as they were needed. Right now, every kid was in one of the houses.
Angus and Marcus showed Lucien what an absolute wonderland with a purpose this was. Kids here seemed to take a delight in learning and working because they could become part of their own wonderful story here. The house parents were decorating the houses for Christmas while the kids were in their classes in the various town shops. Most of the shops, in this bitter cold kept kettles of hot tea, hot cider and hot cocoa for the kids to warm up with during their school day as they changed classes. The lunch menu today was probably one of their favorites. Cheeseburgers and french fries. Extra behavior points were given to the kids that chose to eat one of the tossed salads that were loaded with fresh fruits and vegetables instead of the french fries. The program spent more effort into giving kids options and choices and some great things they could earn than it did in saying no. They put the emphasis on teaching kids to think, to trust their instincts, to learn how to use magic and keep themselves safe. This last year, we had five kids graduate, and one had completed a culinary program and now works here in our kitchens, One graduated with an herbology specialization, two want to work with the horses and the magical creatures here, and one hasn't decided, but she's gone to London to work with Robert in the potions labs at St. Mungo's. We set her up with a little place of her own, and she's doing very well. This year, I think we're scheduled to have six."
"Talk to any kid you like," Marcus said. "They work hard, but they choose to. They don't have to. What they have to do is to be themselves and to prepare to face the reality that our world is a damned dangerous place.
"We just opened up several rooms in the main house as a medical clinic for sick kids that need closer medical care. If they need more than that, we take them to Robert, usually at St. Mungos," Angus said, "but if we send a kid there, we assign a house parent to be with that kid, nonstop, til they come back. We've never had an issue with them running out on us because they like the house parents and they love Robert and Kate to pieces. The last kid I heard about that we took to London was a little bloke who broke his elbow by falling while he was trying to learn how to rollerskate. Robert set the elbow for him and, when the pain was better, Robert took him for fish and chips before he sent him back here. He was the star kid here that night because he got to have supper with Robert. Or at least that's what I heard. Come with me. Let's get out of the cold."
The quickest way to get to the main house in this weather was a short cut through the ranch's training area with the outdoor equipment--for climbing, crawling, agility, balance, speed, endurance, and all the rest of it. This was where some of the hardest training took place. The running track started here, ran around some of the ranch and ended up back here again--if one could make it all the way around.
"This is where part of the trainings occur," Angus explained. "it doesn't cover the various survival trainings and some of the other things, but this might give you an idea of what Robert expects from his agents. "Still, this cold is too bitter here to spend much time outside, so the quicker we get to the main house, the better." He took them to the main house where the dining hall was empty. It was too late for breakfast and too early for lunch. Still, there were three of Angus's gigantic signature recipe cinnamon rolls sitting out on the dessert portion of the cafeteria line, cut into some wedges. There was hot tea and coffee available always.
"Those are the cinnamon rolls you heard about," Marcus pointed to them. "The recipe for them belongs to Angus here, and they're favorites every place he makes them. Have a wedge or two. You want some tea or coffee to warm up? It's been a really cold trip and its gonna still be cold coing back."