The hunt for the Loch Ness Monster

It was a cold day in the valley. The team had assembled at base camp. How much longer could they have put it off? Not much was the consensus. The monster had been making life quite difficult and needed to be reigned in. The cold was probably the best time. The change in conditions probably made the monsters inhibitions less obvious allowing for better opportunities for siteing.

The team mulled over their coffee. There was Accelex; the telco proffesional. Been there, done that; now what was his quest. Next your eyes naturally wandered to Jaynet the Pub hopping magnet. The magnetism was fast being replaced with obsecurity. Crouched next to him was Henrygas the beer guzzling footer fan. The man was content; maye too content. The soldier was there too. The descipline was fading cause of the monster. Once courteous and in lane, now cursing and over board. O-sea the old pirate, almost fading made the rear guard. The distant sea and the distant memories of the blue made the fading ever so obvious. All of them were suffering at the hands of the monster, so naturally he had to found and put out to dry on his nappies on the laundry line.

Where do we start asked Henrygas, probably looking for reasons to bail out. Jaynet suggested "ye old monster house". Served a good brandy and hotwater they did. Killed the cold that remedy, but monsters? hmmm... The old pirate started babbling about killer waves and 100 foot tentacles he had seen in the Pacific. Probably in his dreams; far as I recollect he had seen the Pacific from the safe distance on shore and that too probably just a couple of times. The soldier started hunting the landscape for tracks. Accelex meanwhile waswondering if Loch ness had a phone. They could track his proximity to a BTS and expose him. So while they sat arguing amongst themselves, unknown to the gathering the monster hidden behind a snowy rock in the close proximity was rolling on the ground chuckling to himself. Life was getting even more interesting for him.