Monday, July 12, 2010

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.