Improvisational Plotting

I pulled out a mess of wires and strange looking equipment that I didn't recognize, nor did I know what they were. Technology was X's job. I pulled out the long strand until a three foot wire was stretched atop the engines. It was a wireless telegraphy machine.
"Agent S, abort procedure. I repeat, abort machine." I said quickly. A reply crackled back.
"Aborting procedure." Roger's voice came. "What now Agent P?" That hit me hard. Failure was frowned upon, very heavily. I groaned and kneaded my head. I needed a plan, and soon.
"I got it!" I exclaimed. "Meet at the Flying Knight Inn."
"Understood." Roger's voice came back, it was a code word for the lounge area. I started walking proudly through the hallways, hoping to avoid any questions from the staff.

A Twist in the Plan

As soon as the steward turned around a corner after making sure I was comfortable, I hurried away. I pulled the other half of the EMP explosion out of a pocket and hurried into the engine room where Justin was waiting for me. As I began to put the explosives on the engines, I had a thought.
"If we set these charges off, we won't be able to get off the ground." I glanced at Justin. A second thought struck me, "Roger's heading to the bridge right now!"

Justin time, Beginning Phase two

Looking around, I spotted my partner. Slyly, I stood up and walked towards the bathroom. It didn't take long to get to the bathroom, but instead or going into the bathroom, I entered the "Employees Only" door. Once on the other side of the door, I took my jacket off to reveal a security guards uniform that I was wearing. I made my way to the end of the hallway. Right, right, down stairs, left, right door, and......In! Surprised that it had been so easy, I worked my way to the engine room. Then I set the half of the EMP explosives that I had on the battery for the engines that surrounded me. Silently I took my place on the opposite side of the engine. Soon my partner would arrive with the rest of the EMP explosives.

Aboard HMS Victoria

I was extremely glad that the guard hadn't noticed anything suspicious about me, unless of course he was lying about being fired to throw me off his tail. I glanced hurriedly over my should to see Roger also talking to the guard before the parted ways. How strange, I had a bad feeling about the guard. I strode with a purpose, at least, that's how I thought I looked. I later learned otherwise. As I took my seat near the engines, I could hear the crew preparing. We were at thirty minutes until lift-off, which actually meant an hour until lift-off. They were always notoriously late.

Hijacking of the HMS Victoria

I stepped forward to the bored looking guard who seemed more interested in his cigar. Swallowing, I handed him my papers. He glanced at them.
"Alright, carry on." He mumbled around his cigar. Holding my breath to avoid inhaling the noxious smoke, I hurried past. I hurried past the other passengers who were chilling in the lounge, I needed to be one of the first ones aboard. I hurried through the glass doors onto the landing field and came face to face with a guard.
"Good day sir." I said hastily, before kicking myself. That was horrible.
"No it isn't." The guard replied gloomily. "There are clouds, it looks like it might rain, and I just got fired."
"That's horrible!" I replied, wishing I had taken acting.
"Yes, well, carry on." The guard, I mean, ex-guard said with a wave of his hand. I needed no second telling. I hurried aboard the ship and made my way to the back, near the engines.

Justin Time. Phase two.

Beep! Beep! My tracker chirped at me. The rest of the group was boarding the air-ship. "C'mon Sara. Phase two is almost in motion." We headed out of the cargo hold and onto the passenger level. I didn't have to look at my notes to remind myself. I needed to get to row D-12. Then I would start phase two.

The Hijacking og the HMS Victoria-part two

I was getting a bit nervous. I never did like flying in an airship. After all, if men were meant to fly, God would have given us wings. But now I had to steal one in mid-flight.

I couldn't help but tap my foot impatiently. I was drawing nearer to the security guard. Roger was through. That was good, but then again, he was the pilot. He didn't have any weapons like I did. Slowly, ever so slowly, I drew neared to the burly guard. People streamed past me, I looked at everyone of them like they were a British spy. The noise all around me, though not terribly loud, was blaring. I was scared, which frightened me. I was never scared.

"Next!" The guard bellowed, causing everyone to jump. With a sick feeling, I realized it was my turn.

The Hijacking of the HMS Victoria- part 1

The HMS Victoria was the pride of Britain's passenger fleet. 110 feet long, 50 feet tall, she was the largest ship. Guns could be mounted anywhere on her exterior. Plus, as a carrier of the rich and famous, she was armored.

Now, get me straight, as an agent there have been things I've done that I am not proud of. This is one.

Everything was going as planned. I was in the ticket line waiting patiently. People scurried about, minding their own business. I had my revolver and my cane sword. Everything was perfect, Roger Sterling was in a separate line. I could feel a case of the butterflies coming on so I took a deep breath.

Justin Time, age 15

Silence.
I hated silence. It would mess with you until you went insane. Meanwhile, one of my crew was having a great time playing Solitaire. Solitaire! Some times Sara could be soooo weird. We had been waiting for about an hour and a half when finally I heard the engine of the airship rumble to life. And if you think that I am in the hold of this beast... then you are right.

An old newspaper clipping

THE EARTH'S CHAMPIONS HAVE STRUCK AGAIN!

Yesterday, June 15, the M'Gigen factory was sabotaged. A crate of dynamite was hidden near the furnace under the pile of fuel, investigators say. It was thrown into the furnace where it promptly exploded. This is the TWENTIETH factory to be hit! Officials refuse to put out further information.



As you can see, these Earth's Champions were not fond of progress. And it wasn't only factories, either. Warehouses, mansions, airships, they all fell prey to the Champions vengeance. They were the stuff of nightmares. They kept entire camps full of British soldiers awake all night.So, we, as in the Sons of Liberty, decided to stage our revolution. We were going to wait until Queen Victoria died, but this was a much better chance. But first, we needed an airship.

January 15, Year of Our Lord, 1913, cont.

The jobs done by people and animals were done by machines. The spinning jenny, the water wheel, and then the mechanical loom. These stirred up trouble and fights broke out. Mostly by weavers who were being forced out of business. It wasn't long before a steam-engine was made. Then we had horseless carriages powered by the steam engines, a clattering and clanking along the cobbled streets. It continued, until we had airships powered by steam and they floated across the oceans. Of course, not everyone like this new progress, with its dirtying of streams and air...

January 15, Year of Our Lord, 1913

I remember the good old days as if it were yesterday. I am currently sitting in the President's office waiting to be briefed for a mission to Europe. A dangerous mission, so I do believe I shall start the story that brought this about. It was in the Year 1891 that it all started.

I was seventeen at the time. It was the life. Britain ruled North America, the Chinese ruled Asia, Spain controlled South America. All was orderly, and great change was being brought about. All was orderly. Then things changed.