Back on January 19th, a paper airplane was thrown onto the court during the Minutemen-Mounties game. At first, it seemed to be mocking the plane crash hoax that happened last year. However, the note sported a bigger probloem: the name of Marron Gwosdz (Arctic Vixen, PG) was conspicuously absent from the list of staff and players.

The vixen perservered, however, and made it back into the list of active players before the break.

On Thursday, the Minutemen players organized a casual shootaround for one last team activity before the break. Several games of HORSE were shot. A couple of competitive 21 games were played. Simply shooting and dunking was also fun. The players talked, jeered, jabbed and laughed during the free time.

When the session was finished, the players left to commence on each of their All-Star break plans. Marron stayed behind because her husband Sam was in the offices and they would go home together.

The arctic vixen showered and went back to her locker dressed in just her underwear to get dressed. It was normal for her to do that when she was alone or with Sam. She opened up her locker and picked up her change of clean clothes. As she put on her pants, she noticed that the bandana that she wore during the shootaround was missing. In its place was a note. The words on the note were cut out from various magazines:

"DeAR marrON,

YoU arE The BeST plaYeR oN ThE MiNuTemEN. tHE wHoLe teAm DoEsn't deSeRVe yOU."

The vixen felt a pang of anxiety as she read the note. How did this fur get into her locker? Why did he steal her headband? He could have come into the shower while she was taking it! Maybe he had!

The vixen stifled a whimper as she hurriedly dressed. She raced up to the genreal manager's office to show her husband the note. Twenty mintues later, they were discussing the situation with the Williamsburg Police Department.

After giving the cops all the information they could, the couple finally left for their car. Marron sighed as she walked beside her husband. "I'm getting concerned, Samuel," she said. "This situation is really frightening..." she said, flattening her ears a little bit. She then felt Sam's paw on her right shoulder.

"Hey, I'm worried too, Blaze, We're all worried. But we have each other, you know that," Sam said. "I know you've been thinking about this. I have too. But..."

"... you don't have to face this alone, I know," Blaze replied, cracking a little smile at the cliche. "I suppose it's all right... I haven't been hurt or approached by anyone."

"And you can take care of yoruself."

"Of course I can," she said, cracking a bigger smile.

"We'll get through this. You, me, the players, the staff, we're all in this together."

The vixen nodded and hugged her husband at the waist and pressed close to him. The two stayed like that as they walked to their car. It was certainly a time to relax and a time to celebrate. But the Minutemen also needed for it to be a time to keep a wary eye on things...