Agent Smith closed the phone brutally and started walking briskly down the hall to his desk trying not to panic. He started typing as soon as his butt touched the seat, panic overflowing in sweat beads on his forehead. This was going to be a big one; he would have to brief the commander immediately. There was going to be a war unlike any the world had ever seen. At the thought of it his stomach started pushing back up the sandwich he ate before. He ran out of the room leaving the document open on the screen.
Suspect Profile: Frankie “the Buck” Dorian
Age: 30
Address:
42 West SharkCove, Seashire
Occupation:
Wavemaster & Tourist Escort at Bikini Bottom, 37 Ostport Quay
Hobbies include: Using insects to kill other insects; repairing bikes; carving wood; killing, pillaging and plundering in virtually generated worlds. Suspected terrorist activity: Overthrowing the ODT and endangering the safety of the free world; Not operating alone. When Frankie woke up that morning he had no reason to suspect that a simple cup of coffee would result in him ending up on the ODT Most Wanted list. Luckily, this cup of coffee had mostly nothing to do with his eventual misfortune in the least. If anyone had asked, he would have said this particular day was like all other days before and it began the same way it always did. The shrieking sound of the alarm he had already snoozed 3 times did the trick. Opening his eyes was the hardest part, then everything started to work as if his body already knew what it was supposed to do and the brain could still transition into functioning. Next thing he knew he was briskly walking down the street looking at the people swarming in all directions. Seashire was a small town but people still seemed to always be in a hurry. Perhaps because coffee and sugar were among the most important resources and …show more content…
No one ever seems to appreciate the reference but he chuckled at his own joke while Mr. Vikram from the Lava Java stared at him awkwardly. He would always drink his coffee and eat his Monte Cristo sandwich from the Olive Eden Eatery on the way to work at the Bikini Bottom Bureau for Tourism, leaving a trail of drippings behind him as he walked on the pier. He liked working for Mr. Krusty, he never bugged him about being late or about taking the long boat rides around the coast on the slow days, and there were plenty of slow days. He liked his job too, he knew the islands on the Coastline by heart ever since he was a kid, so he could always find something new to show the tourists who were bored of the Floating …show more content…
People would come from all across the world to this small Island to swim with the wales in one of the giant salt water pools, scuba with the dolphins, surf and sail, and visit the two way petting zoo and the more adventurous could engage in adrenaline rushing activities such as hang gliding and wingsuit flying through the canyons. But Frankie was no tourist, he had no interest in such extravagant excitement. He was more interested in riding his boat, exploring the islands and catching his own lunch. The days were long but the workdays were short and gave him enough time to work on repairing bikes in his
Suspect Profile: Frankie “the Buck” Dorian
Age: 30
Address:
42 West SharkCove, Seashire
Occupation:
Wavemaster & Tourist Escort at Bikini Bottom, 37 Ostport Quay
Hobbies include: Using insects to kill other insects; repairing bikes; carving wood; killing, pillaging and plundering in virtually generated worlds. Suspected terrorist activity: Overthrowing the ODT and endangering the safety of the free world; Not operating alone. When Frankie woke up that morning he had no reason to suspect that a simple cup of coffee would result in him ending up on the ODT Most Wanted list. Luckily, this cup of coffee had mostly nothing to do with his eventual misfortune in the least. If anyone had asked, he would have said this particular day was like all other days before and it began the same way it always did. The shrieking sound of the alarm he had already snoozed 3 times did the trick. Opening his eyes was the hardest part, then everything started to work as if his body already knew what it was supposed to do and the brain could still transition into functioning. Next thing he knew he was briskly walking down the street looking at the people swarming in all directions. Seashire was a small town but people still seemed to always be in a hurry. Perhaps because coffee and sugar were among the most important resources and …show more content…
No one ever seems to appreciate the reference but he chuckled at his own joke while Mr. Vikram from the Lava Java stared at him awkwardly. He would always drink his coffee and eat his Monte Cristo sandwich from the Olive Eden Eatery on the way to work at the Bikini Bottom Bureau for Tourism, leaving a trail of drippings behind him as he walked on the pier. He liked working for Mr. Krusty, he never bugged him about being late or about taking the long boat rides around the coast on the slow days, and there were plenty of slow days. He liked his job too, he knew the islands on the Coastline by heart ever since he was a kid, so he could always find something new to show the tourists who were bored of the Floating …show more content…
People would come from all across the world to this small Island to swim with the wales in one of the giant salt water pools, scuba with the dolphins, surf and sail, and visit the two way petting zoo and the more adventurous could engage in adrenaline rushing activities such as hang gliding and wingsuit flying through the canyons. But Frankie was no tourist, he had no interest in such extravagant excitement. He was more interested in riding his boat, exploring the islands and catching his own lunch. The days were long but the workdays were short and gave him enough time to work on repairing bikes in his