by Daniel Guevara
Chapter 1
Jordan licked his finger and giggled while his friend Mark was drooling in his seat. Jordan then shoved his finger into Mark’s ear. I’m awake!" yelled Mark. "Yes!” shouted Jordan while high- fiving Peter who sat next to Jordan. “Gross!” said Mark holding in his laughter. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom," said Mark. ”Can everyone return to their seats please, we’re hitting some turbulence,” the flight attendant said over the intercom. “Really?!" said Mark returning to his seat. He stretched his seatbelt across his waist, and secured it. The whole plane then started to rumble and shake. Jordan looked out his window to see pitch black skies. “That’s weird,” thought Mark as his phone told him it was 12:00 in the morning. He looked back out his window to see the clouds going up, they were falling.
Chapter 2
The control room of the Miami airport was silent, “How are we on plane 202?” asked the head officer Frank. “Plane 202 is going from Florida to Puerto Rico smoothly so far... Should we be worried about plane 202 flying over the Bermuda Triangle?” asked the co-officer. "No the triangle’s just a tall tale" responded Frank as if he was annoyed at the co-officer for even asking. Frank looked at the radar to see plane 202 passing over the triangle. The plane kept a steady beep. But then it suddenly stopped beeping. The whole room stood up instantly. After a few seconds they all started shouting at each other. “Quiet!” yelled Frank. “This is a code B” he said quietly. “Send in the retrieval plane," Frank stated with a stone cold face. “Suit up" he told the room. The people in the room walked in an orderly manner to their station. They opened a cabinet above them with a key. Inside the cabinet was one more key. They all held their keys above a lock on each of their control pads. “On three” said Frank, “one, two three!” they all put their keys into their holes and twisted it. A huge door on the side of the control room opened. Inside that door, was the biggest secret of the U.S government.
Chapter 3
“I haven’t done this since 1989” chuckled Frank. Many people stayed in the control room. But four people walked into the room to find four lockers. They each pulled out a special key from their pockets and opened their lockers to see their uniforms, tools, and gadgets. Frank left the room all suited up in outfits that had their names on it. They are team Bermuda. “Ready the ship!" shouted Frank. The door behind them suddenly shut, then the room started to shake. Two wings extended outward from the walls. The room turned into a small plane. “Retro-reflective panels online!?” asked Frank. “Yes sir!” replied the co-officer. “Permission to launch?” Frank asked the control room over the phone. “Permission granted. You are go for launch," replied the control room. The retro-reflective panels activated, making the ship invisible to the naked eye. The engines turned on next, making the ship rumble even more. The plane started to speed down the runway. The pilot was bouncing up and down in his seat because of the speed. “Take off on 3” said Frank. “1,2,3!” the ship lifted up off the ground gracefully. Frank smiled as he flew over the Miami international airport.
Chapter 4
“Plane 202’s gonna be on our right in approximately 20 minutes captain!” said the pilot. “Good” said Frank, “we fly in, get the passengers and pilots, and fly out of there” said Frank. “We’re all gonna die!” shouted one of the passengers as the plane continued to fall out of the sky rapidly, increasing speed all the while. Suddenly a large tentacle popped out the water, sending tidal waves all across the ocean. The tentacle crouched as if it was ready to pounce on the rapidly descending plane. But suddenly gunshots from the B team’s plane pounded the tentacle. Injured, the tentacle plunged back down into the ocean. “We’re all gonna live!” said a passenger. The left jet of the plane suddenly exploded taking the left wing with it. The plane now dropped out of the sky, sending passengers tumbling. The B teams plane shot a grappling hook at the falling plane, it landed a perfect shot on the planes side. “Full throttle!" shouted Frank "Roger that!” the pilot said, the engines now blasted much stronger. It was so strong that the B team towed plane 202 back to Florida. The passengers rushed off the plane, but one small child stood beneath Frank and said “thank you mister.” “Just another day at the Miami airport” said Frank.
This writing is part of a collection featured in the 2020 Celebrate the Arts Writing Contest, an annual contest hosted by The Arts Council of Westerville, Westerville Public Library and the ThisWeek Westerville News & Public Opinion as one of many events organized by the Arts Council to mark April as “Celebrate the Arts” month in Westerville.
