The Wrong Lorry Hijack
The huge artic rolled off the ferry at Rosslare. Ross McEwan was looking forward to getting home to Dublin after being in the UK for a week. He had only spoken to his wife and two children in the evenings.
Ross approached the customs post; he took the paperwork of the load down from the sun visor. The customs official knew Ross. This will be no problem thought Ross. As Archie handed back customs forms to Ross, ‘Ross that looks like oil coming from under the artic.’
Ross had a look under the truck and saw the leak from the gearbox. He phoned his office. They said that they would get a vehicle out with a mechanic to fix the problem. Archie put out cones and told Ross, ‘go to Mrs McEwan’s guest house its comfortable and clean.
In the morning, the mechanic arrived and fixed the leaking seal. Ross left the Customs area and started on the road for Dublin. But as he left the Ferry Port other eyes were watching.
Ian said to Peter, ‘I can taste that bailies now, and Ross is on his way after James sabotaged the truck on the ferry.’
Peter replied, ‘never mind the Bailies taste its 5,000 bottles of Bailies at ￡5 each. The profit will be great. On our meagre wages it will be a great boost to our lives’.
Wanting to get home quickly Ross was driving as fast as he could. Ian and Peter went back to their car they had parked in the local car park. They were both members of the Irish Police Force Garda. They caught up with the artic and passed it.
Ian had chosen to intercept the artic on a stretch of dual carriageway which had a layby, he parked before the dual carriage way, let Ross pass then caught the artic on the dual carriageway. Peter opened his window and shouted at Ross, you have a puncture on the rear axle. Ross looked down saw the police car, heard the message, and indicated to pull in at the layby. Once parked, Ross stopped the engine and climbed down from the cab. Ian parked in front of the artic, and both Ian and Peter walked around to the rear of the artic.
‘Where is the puncture?’ asked Ross. Out of the bushes came Douglas and Bill grabbed Ross, applied chloroform, dragged him into the bushes. Tied his hands behind his back. Taped his eyes, and his mouth and dumped him in the boot of the police car.
Douglas was already dressed in the truck company overalls. Climbed into the cab, had a look around. ‘This is no problem I can drive this.’
The police car left the layby and Douglas drove the artic. They had arranged to meet at an isolated farmhouse near to Bray. The police car arrived first. Ross was unceremoniously removed from the boot of the car and dumped into a corner. An hour later the artic arrived.
They waited for the gang who wanted to buy the bailies, as arranged at 7pm they arrived. The gang walked into the farmhouse, ‘where is the load then?’ asked Paul the leader.
‘It is parked in the barn. None of the customs seals are broken its all as it was when we hijacked it,’ replied Ian.
The gang went out to the barn, a few minutes later they were back, ‘You had better come and see this,’ said Paul.
Ian, Peter, Douglas and Bill joined the gang at the rear of the artic, eight torches all shone on the load. They were all initially lost for words. Until Bill said, ‘Pampers, where is the bailies?’
They all marched back to the farmhouse and started shouting at Ross, who mumbled back to them. Eventually Ian pulled the tape off his mouth.
‘Where is the bailies?’ asked Ian.
‘I never had bailies, the load was changed three days ago. This was a higher priority load,’ replied Ross.
‘Why did you not tell us?’ shouted Peter.
‘You never asked, and you have had my mouth taped since you hijacked me,’ replied Ross.
Paul looked at them and said,’ don’t call us we will call you.’
After the gang had left, ‘what now?’ asked Bill.
I will take the lorry and dump it in the hills and walk back to Dublin, are you all agreed?’ said Douglas.
‘Agreed’ the rest all said in unison.
Douglas went out to the artic, started it up and headed for the hills.
Sometime later, the artic was well into the countryside, driving at an excessive speed being late at night, when his lights fell upon a huge mass of straw in front of him. Artics are stable until they break hard, when they have a habit of jack knifing. This is what the artic did just before it hit the straw bales. The straw bales exploded everywhere, the artic rear doors flew open and part of the load was dumped all over the road. To make it worse a police car came around the corner. The policemen got out and looked at the mess. Started to speak to the farmer for driving with no rear lights with a wide load, when the other policeman noticed the Kalashnikovs sticking out of the Pampers boxes. Therefore, Douglas is telling his tale from a prison cell.