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.