Don, Kevin, and Carl had been working for the same salvaging company for years, but nothing could have prepared them for the day they were called to help salvage a dried-up submarine.
The submarine, found in a dried-up river, was unlike anything they’d ever seen. As they arrived, they noticed other workers were already busy with preparations. The trio’s eyes widened as they took in the massive, rusting vessel. But what they found inside would change everything.
Before they could enter the submarine, they had to do some prep work. They measured the exterior, searched for schematics, and tried to gather as much information as possible.
None of them had ever been inside a submarine before, so they wanted to be careful. Once they were ready, they opened the hatch and prepared to step inside. But just as Don had one foot in, they were interrupted by the sound of approaching vehicles.
The trio looked around to see a fleet of black SUVs with tinted windows pulling up. The cars ignored the warning signs they’d placed around the submarine and stopped right beside it. Out stepped dozens of men in suits, who quickly surrounded the vessel. One of the men began shouting at the workers, demanding they leave immediately. Confused, Don, Kevin, and Carl climbed down to see what was going on.
The man in charge was big, gruff, and clearly in no mood for explanations. “This is now a restricted area. Leave now, or we’ll use force!” he barked. When the workers hesitated, the man grabbed the nearest one and started pushing him. The trio exchanged shocked glances but quickly stepped aside to avoid trouble. As they gathered their tools, more black cars arrived, and the newcomers began setting up yellow tape to secure the area.
That’s when Kevin spotted it. “Look,” he said, pointing to one of the men exiting a car. The man was wearing an FBI vest. The trio couldn’t believe it—what could the FBI possibly want with an old submarine? Feeling both disappointed and curious, they decided to leave the area and grab a drink to discuss what had just happened.
At a nearby restaurant, the trio spent the rest of the day speculating about the submarine and the FBI’s sudden appearance. As evening fell, most of their colleagues had gone home, but Don, Kevin, and Carl stayed behind. They couldn’t shake the feeling that something strange was going on. “We have to know what’s inside that submarine,” Carl said finally. The others agreed. Their curiosity had gotten the better of them, and they decided to sneak back to the submarine that night.
Under the cover of darkness, the trio returned to the site. They moved quietly through the shadows, their hearts pounding as they spotted armed guards patrolling the area. “This just got a lot more complicated,” Kevin whispered. But they were determined to find out what was so important about the submarine.
Carl came up with a plan to distract the guards. He sneaked over to a row of parked cars and set off an alarm, drawing the guards’ attention. While the guards rushed to investigate, Don and Kevin climbed up the submarine’s ladder and slipped inside through the hatch. Moments later, Carl joined them, and the trio was reunited inside the submarine.
They moved cautiously through the first compartment, searching for anything unusual. At first, all they found were old, rusted machinery and cobwebs. But as they ventured deeper, they stumbled upon modern food containers scattered throughout the submarine. The contrast between the old surroundings and the fresh food was puzzling. “Why would there be fresh food in a place like this?” Don wondered aloud.
Despite their growing unease, the trio pressed on. They searched every compartment but found nothing out of the ordinary—until Carl accidentally triggered a hidden door. The trio exchanged excited glances as the door slowly opened, revealing a spotless, modern room filled with high-tech equipment. In the center of the room was a radio, which they turned on. To their shock, they heard the voice of the man who had ordered them to leave earlier that day.
The voice crackled through the radio: “The perimeter is secure, boss. No one in or out. Civilians are clueless.” The trio realized they were listening to one of the guards outside. The situation had just gotten a lot more serious. As they explored the room further, they noticed another door. With some effort, they managed to open it and stepped into a high-tech control room filled with screens displaying live footage from various locations—streets, houses, and even the dock outside the submarine.
The trio was stunned. “What is this place?” Don whispered. They began taking pictures and videos of the screens, trying to document everything. But then Carl noticed a file on the table. It was filled with personal information about people—names, ages, addresses. Without hesitation, Carl grabbed the file, sensing it might be important.
As they debated their next move, Don accidentally triggered an alarm. The blaring sound echoed through the submarine, and they heard footsteps approaching. Panicking, the trio retraced their steps and made a run for the hatch. But as they climbed down the ladder, they were surrounded by armed guards.
“Don’t move!” one of the guards shouted. The trio raised their hands in surrender, the file still clutched in Carl’s hand. The guards escorted them out of the area, and the man in charge confronted them again. “What were you doing in there?” he demanded.
Don tried to explain, but the man wasn’t having it. “You trespassed on federal property. That’s a serious offense,” he said coldly. As the guards handed them over to local law enforcement, the trio realized they had stumbled into something much bigger than they could have imagined.
The submarine, the high-tech control room, the file filled with personal information—it was all part of a secret government operation. Don, Kevin, and Carl had unwittingly become entangled in a web of classified activities, and the consequences of their curiosity were yet to unfold. As they were led away in handcuffs, they couldn’t help but wonder what they had gotten themselves into—and whether they would ever find out the truth.
