February meeting

Held at J&J's on a wet morning but enjoyable morning.
Much to my surprise I got four votes as I almost scrubbed my story as not that good. 
Must remember the formula if I don't like it they do if I like it ................

Next month at Sue's (perhaps)
"Soft enough"  23rd March

My story

How easy is it to do it?

The rain came down in sheets, the low blanket of cloud made the streets dark The dim lights sent long shadows against the buildings . The man a thin figure slumped against the corner of the building fronting the quayside carefully scrutinised the foreground . It seemed devoid of life although he could hear sounds that came from the sheds where the dockworkers were engaged in separating the personal baggage of the passengers who would disembark at six am. The ship a cavernous cruise ship had come in during the early hours. Only the baggage was being removed the passenger allowed to sleep on. He could see the glow of the cigarette held by the man guarding the gangway to the ship.

James Fenshaw had reached here after taking the train from Paddington and then a taxi to Western Docks. He had tipped the driver, proceeded the short distance to 109 berth where the Mandela was berthed. He carried with him a small black suitcase Carefully making his way along the side of the terminal until he encountered the half open shed door.

Inside was a hive of activity fork trucks bustling among the stacked lines of luggage. The whole place lit up by giant lights suspended from the roof. Giving an eerie atmosphere of another world. Glancing around he picked up a discarded clipboard with an attached pencil. He assumed a confident air and walked along the lines of baggage head down studiously checking the label names.

Seeing a small number of suitcases further along the shed he made his way over to them and as he guessed it was for the passengers who would arrive in the afternoon. They had already been screened similar to the airport security. Looking around to see if anybody was taking an interest in him he dropped his own small suitcase amongst them it was clearly labelled S. Parks for the Mandela. Discarding the clipboard he strode purposely out of the shed his job was done.

The cruise ship was well out into the channel heading for France when a siren like sound shrieked out from the baggage room. A crew member was hurriedly dispatched to investigate the baggage room. He soon found the cause of the noise and nervously he brought the suitcase before the chief engineer who had been fetched to see what it could be.

Hesitantly he opened the suitcase up, inside was a battery and timer with a loudspeaker and a recorder. With it was a note that read BANG you are all dead.

That day James Fenshaw reported to the company that hired him find out how easy it was to overcome the security of the cruise liner. He added his summary of how improvements could be made.

He enjoyed his role as a James Bond.