Roger's Plan

   "You will have a recurring case of deadly Hexboloiosis," Roger said, lighting a cigar and leaning back. "Very deadly."
   "Outrageous!" I had never heard of a more ridiculous plan.
  "Trust me, it will work." Roger replied, "Just start shaking, coughing, spasms, and roll your eyes."
 "Let's talk about this." I was desperate, I couldn't bring myself to do that.
 "We tried that, Royden."
"I'll do it then."

Plan B A, Part Two

As I entered the lounge and took a seat near the window, Roger Sterling entered the lounge. He slipped into the seat across from me and ordered a glass of something called Glug. As the waiter headed back to the kitchen, Roger leaned forward.
"What's the plan?" Roger asked from the corner of his mouth. He leaned back in his chair. I paused as the waiter brought his drink and set it on the table.
"We'll have to do it the old-fashioned way." I muttered. "Force the crew and passengers off and sail off into the sunset."
"Classic." Roger replied, "Now, the plan?"
"We, uh, storm the bridge." I stammered.
"The two of us?" Roger asked. "That's reckless." He was right. Maybe that wasn't the greatest idea.
"Do you have any better ideas?" I challenged.
"Yes." That was a surprise. Roger rarely had an idea, or at least a good one.
"Well? What is it?" I had to know. Roger smirked.
"You're about to catch a deadly illness."
"What!?"

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!"

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.

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.