The evening was damp but calm and surprisingly warm. Operation Armstrong was a go and the clarion call sounded...
Gentlemen (the e-mail read),
Your assignment, if you choose to accept it, is
to help liberate a bike rack (destined for the bin) from the English
Department's Castle House. The operation must be accomplished tonight
(as it's the only night I can get a dolly/trolley from Estates without
raising an alarm).
Exercise go time: 7:30pm
Rendezvous locations: Castle House - Last university building on the Scores just opposite the Castle
Mission objective: Move the old bike rack from Castle House to the back alley of the Roundel.
Operational parameters: Need at least four men to help lift, steady,
push and pull the bike rack from point A to point B. Camouflage not
required.
Please report back to confirm your clandestine activity.
The liberation target - an old bike rack no longer used (replaced by an upgraded model) and the pilfered transportation trolley get away vehicle.
Target - the English Department with the objective to re-appropriated collegiate materials for extended use by other departments.
To throw off any curious passers-by I played tourist and took pictures of the local flora and fauna.
It was an elite group who emerged from the damp shadows to help in our pursuit of cost saving hijinks.
First to arrive were JF and SA. Soon the doomed bike rack was loaded and on it's way.
We were joined by KJ and KM as we boldly marched our illicit cargo down the center of North Street toward its final destination.
A tense moment saw some difficult negotiations of local planters. In the end all was steadied and we soldiered on.
The bike rack, once destined for the scrap heap, now liberated by the Divinity postgraduate student body, happily resides in our quaint and quiet back yard, protected from further escapades by a locked gate and the pride of Seal Team XVIIMC (I have no idea if that is an actual Roman numeral but it looked cool).
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Thursday, June 28, 2012
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All you were missing was the nlack lines over your accomplices eyes.
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