Ministry Protocol: Thrilling Tales of the Ministry of Peculiar Occurrences
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The Mystery of the Thrice Dead Man
In Which Agent Books Takes a Paid Holiday
By J.R. Blackwell
One Thousand Twelve Feet above the Atlantic Ocean
September 8, 1894
Wellington clung by his fingertips to a freezing metal pipe on the outside of the giant airship Hammarström as it zipped through the sky. He chanced a look down, to see the clouds floating below him, and below that, the wide expanse of the rolling ocean. From the balcony above him, where he had been so unceremoniously tossed, beyond the rush of air outside the ship, he heard the crackle of electricity and a loud shriek.
“Not a real mission,” he muttered, clinging to the cold pipe. “Practically a paid holiday,” he growled, and looked up towards the ship full of pirates that waited for him if he could find his way inside.