By: Joshua Norris
It was early, July 2008. Agent 008 had received a phone call from his boss. His boss assigned him operation Bermuda. No others would dare accept this mission. But 008 had a thing for danger. So he hopped in his silver Ferrari and drove to headquarters, in Area 51. He walked up to the guard and said “I’m here for operation Bermuda” and showed the guard his badge. The guard let him through and he clocked in, saying “7:58, right on time.” He walked up to his boss’ office and knocked on the solid steel door. “Come in”, said his boss. Agent 008 asked his boss “Do you have my ship prepared?” “Yes, I have the gator attached to your car”, said his boss. The gator was a purple speed boat, capable of speeds more than 180 miles per hour.
Agent 008 hopped in his car and drove off. It took him seven or eight hours to get from Area fifty-one to Miami, Florida. Once he got to the coast, there were two agents ready to take his car to a parking garage. So he detached the gator from the car, gave them his keys, and took off in the boat. When he got to the Bermuda Triangle it was about 3:30 or 4:00 p.m. Suddenly, when he was about one hundred yards away from Bermuda Island, his boat sprang a leak. He grabbed his water, fire-resistant back pack full of supplies and food. He jumped off his boat, and swam to the shore of the Bermuda Island. He crawled ashore and found a speed boat chained to a big rock. While he was checking out the beach, he found two backpacks. They were CIA backpacks just like his. The nametags on the side of the backpacks said “property of Agent 005” and “property of Agent 006”. “What were they doing,” he thought to himself. He decided it was no big deal, besides, he was sent here to find out why boats and planes were going missing.
While he was looking around he ran into Agent 005 and Agent 006. They told him “Our boat ran out of fuel right as we were getting here.” “Why were you...