FBI

If you’re reading this right now, I’m probably dead. I’ve been told to guard this document with my life, and let me tell you, I’m pretty true to my word. This paper could be worth millions to the U.S. government or simply, it could be worth just the paper it’s printed on. Past these words lies the biggest FBI fraud in U.S. history. I’ve been unanimously chosen from nearly 500 different qualifying agents to do this job secretly. I must travel to Estonia, the smallest of the three Baltic countries, and hunt down a man called “Seglius Treslov.” Who am I? I’m a highly trained FBI field operative specialized in the art of transportation. I can Use and control a hot air balloon, an airplane, a jet, a boat, a submarine, a car, a hang glider, I can skydive and even drive a tank. Basically, I’m the worst nightmare this guy, Seglius, ever had.

Part one: Game plan
Everybody has feelings right? Wrong. Not me. They give me my nickname; empty (meaning no feelings) for a reason. That’s why I was picked to do the job that I’m doing. I have to travel to around 30 miles before Estonia’s border using a special, collapsible helicopter, detonate it (yes, you heard right) then I must hang-glide for about 4 hours to Estonia’s border And parachute down to a remote farm harvesting wheat, rye, barley, potatoes, and flax, Estonia’s major crops, where I will check-up with my partner and make a game plan. Soon after that I will venture to Tallinn, Estonia’s capital and search all 1.5 million people to find Seglius. It’s not an easy task with everybody speaking Estonian, but I have an in-ear translator. This second, I’m starting up the helicopter and I’m about to take off.

Part two: Departure
I hear the choppy echo of the sound of my helicopter bounce off of the ocean waves. It sounds like a butcher knife on a wooden table: “Kraackow! Kraackow!” I pull the lever in front of me backwards pointing the helicopter upward.
I push the yellow autopilot button and step into the interior of the helicopter. I pull out my radio and speak in “Bluebear2 to red eagle1, over” “RE1 to BB2 copy that” “BB2 to RE1 I have initiated auto-pilot. Estimated arrival o-ten hundred hours. Over.” “RE1 to BB2…. good luck.” I look out over the window to the Baltic Sea, one of Estonia’s bordering oceans and hope he means it.