CHAPTER 1
In the dead of night, a submarine submerged in the water, and two men walked out with a chest covered in ancient writings. One of the men said, "We'll be rich with this find." Thinking about the rewards, but he and the men heard a sound. They took out guns and readied to shoot. They saw someone on top of one of the warehouses and shot, but the person ran and jumped down, dodging bullets.
The sub driver shouted, "Fall back!" One of the drivers attacked the mysterious man, but he grabbed the driver's hand and punched him into the water. Another one came from behind, trying to stab him in the back, but the blade broke. The mysterious man grabbed him and threw him into the others.
One of them was firing bullets at the mysterious man, but he raised his arm, dragging the water into a shield. The driver kept shooting, but the man held up until the driver ran out of bullets. However, the mysterious man accidentally summoned a shark from the shield and shouted, "My bad!"
I turned around to see that the rest of them were gone, along with the chest.
My phone rang. "Hello?" I answered.
"Max, where are you?" a voice asked.
"I'm at the container harbor," I replied. "Some humans stole the chest with the Kraken eggs."
"Oh my, that's bad," the voice responded. "But still, school is about to start in 40 minutes. We'll be there as fast as we can."
An hour later, I walked into my classroom. "It's nice that you finally joined us, Max," Mrs. Williams said, her voice stern. "You're late for detention for 2 hours."
"Bro, really?" I muttered under my breath.
"Anela, what did I miss?" I asked.
"You missed everything," she replied. "This class is almost over. Those drivers will pay."
The teacher asked, "Max, did those drivers say anything?"
"One said they were going to a rewards ceremony for it," I replied. "Maybe an auction house."
The bell rang, signaling the end of the class. Four hours later, Anela approached me.
"Hey, Max, I want you to research something for me," she said. "My helmet recorded everything that happened. Can you look into it?"
"Okay, I'm going to detention," I replied. "Max, really, put all of this on me to find out."
We headed to the base, and I suited up to do some research. I looked for any type of logo or small details in the recording and found one thing: the logo of the submarine said Primequatic, a branch of Prime Tech that does underwater operations.
"Anela, Max is back," I said. "Did you get anything?"
"The company that owns the submarine is Primequatic," she replied. "Let's go. Get suited up."