London. Home to the London Eye, Big Ben, Buckingham Palace and a special detective team, known as The Interceptors. Saving queen and country infinite times to protect the country we all know and love, getting rid of the bad guys before the Police have anything to do with it. The team in question consist of three people, Jason Clarkson, The Ladies man. Roger St Hammond, the small, yet powerful karate chop expert. And James Steed, The brains of the entire interceptor team. These three drove 3, stylish, yet inexpensive cars. The Jenson Interceptor.....
Jason was in the garage, tinkering endlessly at the Jenson Interceptor, trying to make the car be better than it already is. In his mind power is best for cars, not speed or size, just sheer power! “Come on my beauty, lets get this engine from 185bhp to 210bhp!”. He was interrupted by a pedantic James, moaning as usual. “C’mon, the jenson isn’t going to get any more power from you tinkering away at it!, besides we’ve just had a request come through on my computer”. Jason admitted his defeat....for now and stopped work on the Jenson.
He slammed the bonnet on the car and went with James into his office, which, to be honest wasn’t much cleaner than the garage Jason was working in. There pizza boxes littered everywhere, his computer monitor covered in paperwork and ,among other things, several dried coffee rings on top of the monitor, where he’d put his coffee. Roger walked through the doors of James’s office and asked what the case was about. James explained, “Right, the Police at the station want us to protect a shipment of gold coming from India in half an hour.”. Roger was slightly confused. “is that it then?”. Jason then crossed his legs and leaned cockily on the nearest wall. “This’ll be easy”.
All three men ran to their cars, ready for the off. The cars the team used were 3 brand new Jenson interceptors, which is where their team name came from. The outside, sleek and shiny. The inside, all leather and wood. This was 155bhp of perfection. Except Jeremy’s of course, which was 185bhp, and very messy on the inside and oily on the outside, and not too shiny either. Roger closed the door of the Interceptor Offices and ran to the car, to join his fellow collegues. All three men closed their car doors, started up engines and drove away in perfect harmony simultaneously. and then crashed when they all realised that the person in front would have to go first, which was Jason, then Roger in second, and then thirdly would be captain James sense-of-direction Steed. After their slight mishap, they were on their way.
Location: Heathrow Airport
Time: 11:35pm
It wasn’t long until The Interceptors had reached the rendevous point. The 3 cars parked up near a handful of important people who were expecting the gold shipment. Roger, James and Jason got out of their cars and locked their cars simultaneously with their key fobs, then, to look even more cool, they walked in a triangle with Jason at the front and both James and Roger at the back. Though the weather wasn’t very good, the interceptors wore sunglasses, despite the chances of rain later in the day. Roger and James walked up to one of the people watching the shipment, while Jeremy flirted outrageously with the women of the crowd, which turned out to be a mistake as moments later, one girl slapped him for being so rude to her.
Then, a man in a clean, charcoal black suit called the interceptors and all of the people at Heathrow over for the unveiling announcement.. “Ladies and Gentlemen, the 49 golden bars you are about to see unloaded are some of the last remaining gold bars in India. The Indian government has decided to transport the gold bars to the Bank of England for safe keeping. Now, we have 1,700 guards around us and in the bank of England alone. We also have Londons finest, The Interceptors Detective dept., so if anything goes wrong, they’ll be the ones to investigate, Now, to the unloading of the gold!”.
