the book of secrets...

Miami experiencing an earthquake now.

The Caribbean is also experiencing sudden storms and lightnings and even quaking.

The fight is happening in the ocean but the fight's extent involving the elements can be devastating.

Three attack approach.

From the ground, above and head on.

"In the beginning. There was nothing. So they say."

"Nothing."

At this moment, the guy who is flying in the air sweating a lot.

He trying his best not to be hit by the continuing fireballs and ice cones.

And the black hole that's getting stranger and stronger.

When he looked at Rome.

A radius of 4 kilometers have turned into a huge fucking wormhole of nothingness.

Its sucking the water and even the air and space.

"Waittt!!!"

Too late.

Boom!!!!!!!!!!!

The last minute, the guy pushed his hands sideways.

The impact of Rome's careless attack extinguished.

Using that attack like worm hole will suck this part of the planet.

Miami heard the explosion because the sea just erupted and waves trashed the beach.

The blast wave pushed to the ocean and created waves.

Moreso the guy pushed the impact sideways.

"Fuck! Should have made space mirror."

"Fuck!"

Not looking for the guy.

He flew towards the Tsunami that's 15 to 20 meters.

Its his mess.

Like what he did earlier, he water bend. Simple explanation. haha

Returning to the scene of the crime.

Rome picked the man floating in the water.

Then a spherical portal formed as sparks everywhere.

Unbeknownst to him, the man opened his eyes as he entered the portal.

Washington DC.

Beijing.

Moscow

Mossad.

MI6.

These guys that have eyes from the space and also spying on each other have discovered the current "anomaly".

DC.

Oval Office.

(This is getting some serious shit. If u involve Oval Office, better be some fukkking worth the read. Damn Rome making it hard...)

President Barack Obama is still dressed in a suit even its 1am.

God Bless America. Trump must have taken his wig at 4pm for some r & r. Hahaha

The Secretary of Defense.

Guys from Hoover and Langley also in the room.

The homeys also reppin here.

And the Chairman of JOC.

You know that shit is going down when these guys are in one room and some white haired guy jotting down what they are saying word for word for Nick Cage to find in Library of Congress. (If u know what I mean.) Hahaha

"Is this verified?" Pres. Obama and the guys views in life shattered upon receiving this "anomaly" from NATO.

"Im afraid so, Mr. President." The Sec. of DOD said in confidence.

Thats ur President. No sloppy. But in times like this, the fear of the unknown, suck ur confidence, all politics then.

Obama looks at the JOC dude with 5 stars on his padded jacket.

"The guys down NATO confirmed. NASA cannot explain it."

"Anyone? Do we not know what just happened here?" Obama receives advises and the best advice with his best conviction and to the best interest of his country will take best option available at the time of making the best decision.

"Maybe another comic flick? Marvel and DC doing this years....."

The homey guy openly stated and all eyes in the room on him.

"Where should I hand in my resignation, sir?" hahahahaha

"Onsite verification?"

"We have frogmen already as we speak Sir." The Joc reported.

"U have my permission to operate in our soil."

The Joc pressed some kind of advance shit.

The huge ass projector in the office turned alive.

Green surroundings in the dark ocean.

They must be dumb. Nothing will be there. duh.

Realizing their mistake.

Another one handed resignation. Of course there must be a fall guy.

Dont we always need one? Common sense people. Common sense.

Debate and cursing and showing who's the boss and will get the big budget next fiscal year underwent.

"So we have no fucking idea what that is? Not even the Russians? The Chinese? Heck, blame ISIS. But we got nothing?"

1 hour of heated debate.

These guys in black suits in black escapades have nothing.

Of course, he will curse.

He jus signed billions of budget and cant even pin point someone to blame. Weak.

No resignation this time.

"Mr. President, actually..."

All of a sudden, the scribe that could have written the lost book of Peter voiced out.

"Huh. Who are u??"

"GUARDS!!!" hahaha

The white haired man with his intelligent and wisdom eyes.

That Gandalf aura. The white Gandalf when he changed teams. yeah.

"I am always here. Haven't u seen me? Mr. President?" He is calling for back up. hahaha

Barack Obama shook his head. "I have no idea who you are. Question. Bulls or Celtics?" Asking the old guy that seemed to generation of Bill Russel. haha

"Of course.....Bulls. the 90s better than 60s and 70s." Way to sold out ur Celtics pin old man. haha

"Okay guys. He's in." hahaha

In this novel, when all shit goes south, basketball is life. hahaha

"Mr. President. What I hold here is the Book of Secrets passed down from the Forefathers from their fathers and their fathers from the Mayflower....U get the picture." The old man tired as he could have been introduced this to the past...anyway.

"So, what do u suggest Mr. Notes, sir?" The Langley guys eager to get the secrets. Figures.

"Call me Take. Mr. Notes is too formal."

"Okaaaay Take. What do u suggest?"

"Wait. I have answers we need." He licked both of his thumbs because he can. Come on, he is a licker fan.

Wink wink.. U got that? hahaha

This old guy must be noob69.

"Here. Page 69, Volume 69, Footnote 69."

All the guys waiting for it.

"If something weird and dont look good, who we gonna call?" The old guy read.

"Ghost Busters?" The joc same age of Bill Murray answered.

The eyes of every person in the room looked at him.

This guys just got two people lost their jobs tonight because of him. Damn.

"Wrong!" The old man said strongly and looking at him like a joke. haha

The eyes of the old man widened and dramatically held his breath.

He slowly looked at Barack.

"It says here, Call Roswell guys."

The faces inside the room painted it confusion. They dont want to resign just yet.

"Lucky for all of u noobs, I got them on speed dial." The old man showed his white teeth.

ring ring ring

"Guys. Its me, Roswell."

The whole room exploded. haha

After a few minutes, some people truly came.

The Roswell guys.

The old man has code name Roswell.

yeah. let it go.

The force of plot armor is strong with this one too.

Anyway.

The Roswell Guys is a department made after the Roswell Incident during 1947.

The head of the department will be named Roswell. Its his title.

Then the agents are called Guys.

Genius.

The naming committee must have been on to something that night.

Roswell Guys. Genius.