Hopelessly Incompetent Productions

Secret agent Daniel Hawkins was about to set off on the most important mission of his life. The jet he was piloting, a CIA stealth plane called Rhapsody, was carrying top secret cargo. Even he hadn’t been told what it was; only that it had to make it to its destination in Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. He’d be flying over the legendary Bermuda Triangle, where countless ships and planes had vanished with no apparent explanation. He was excited to sail as always, and with good reason: he had no idea what was about to happen.

The Rhapsody’s crew gave it a final check. Then, from the seat next to Hawkins, Co-pilot Michael Lincoln reported the jet’s status.  “All systems go.”

Hawkins nodded. “Prepare for takeoff!” he yelled to the mechanics and technicians onboard with him. He began to taxi down the runway, and then the Rhapsody left the ground for the last time.

                                                       Chapter One:

New York City, NY

2012 A.D.

What’s happening to me? Benjamin O'Dell awoke with a start. He glanced at the scratch on his face. How did that get there? He was positive it hadn't been there the night before. If he only knew the truth. He willed himself to get up for work. He glanced at the clock: 6:30 a.m. Way too early to be awake. Still, he got up, took a shower, and went downstairs. He checked his watch and saw his clear blue eyes and blazing red hair reflected in it. He shook himself out of his trancelike state. Time to go. He grabbed his badge, ate breakfast, and took went to work at the Police Station. Too bad he had no idea what awaited him there.

Chapter Two:

O'Dell glanced at the towering façade of the New York City Police Department.

He walked up to steel doors, and a computerized voice demanded of him:

"Name?"

"Benjamin O'Dell."

"Analyzing voice…one moment please."

He waited patiently as the computer preformed the modern equivalent to clocking him in.

"Access granted. Welcome to the New York Police Department."

"Thanks."

The doors opened automatically and O'Dell stepped inside.

"Good morning, Detective." The Police Chief, Robert Tinsley, greeted him.

"Hello, sir. Anything exciting happen while I wasn't here?"

"Actually, yes. There's been an interesting development."

The Gates of Eden

Prologue:

Sapphire City

2025 A.D.

“This court is now in session.” Judge Lexington banged his gavel on the podium at which he sat.

“We will now hear the case of Parker v. The People of Sapphire City. Cole Parker, age eighteen, blue eyes, and black hair, is on trial. Does the counsel wish to make an opening statement?”
An old man in the crowd with thin spectacles rose to his feet. He cleared his throat.

“Tim Roland, sir, Head of the Board of Science and Technology for Novatech Corporation. Cole Parker, as you know, was charged with the murder of Dr. Jonathan Stone. Now, what motive would Mr. Parker have had for killing the doctor, you ask? Well, let’s ask Dr. Stone himself using his personal diary.”

He opened up to a page in a thick leather bound book.

“And I quote: ‘April 17, 2025. I have been working on an important discovery that will change the world. I am convinced that my invention will end the complaints of the scientists that more psychics are constantly being produced. The project is nearing completion and it should be finished within days.’ Now, Mr. Parker, my records indicate that you are a confessed psychic, correct?”
“Yeah, I’m a psychic. Big deal; it’s not a crime.”

“It is if you use your powers for evil.”
“You can’t prove they were used for evil.”
“You can’t prove they weren’t.”

“Touché.”

“Counsel, please continue.”

Roland nodded.

“As I said, Cole Parker is a psychic. And isn’t it just a tad bit curious that Dr. Stone was murdered only days before he was to finish working on a way to remove the psychics from our community?”
“That doesn’t mean I did it!”
“No, but you are one of the most powerful psychics in the area. You had the motive and the ability.”
Cole had to agree the case made sense. But I’m innocent! I just need some proof.

“Um, your honor, can I request a recess?”
The judge nodded.

“Court is adjourned until 5:30 tomorrow evening.” Thank god.

The crowd slowly wafted out of the courtroom.                                                                                                                         Cole could sense people’s suspicion as he exited. Where am I going to go from here? He didn’t know he would soon have other problems besides the trial.

The Fort Meade Mystery

Prologue:

February 10, 2005

Greenburg Mental Hospital

Washington, D.C.

06:00 p.m.

A man was going to see his Psychologist, not knowing the repercussions of what he was about to do.  He approached the wooden door labeled “Dr. Benjamin Van Buren.”

He gave a nervous sigh.  I’ve never met the doctor before.  I wonder what he’ll be like.

Working up his courage, he strode inside.  The secretary glared up at him.

“Is your name on the list?”
He nodded and pointed to it.

“Right there.”
She checked him off.

“Dr. Van Buren is in his office.  First door on the left.”

“Thank you.”
He followed her directions and pushed the door open.  Dr. Van Buren, an elderly man with blue eyes and grey hair, glanced up from the clipboard he’d been writing on.

“Hello.  You’re a bit early, but why don’t you come on in?”
He did.

Dr. Van Buren showed him a small tape player on his desk.

“I was planning on taping our sessions for my records.  Everything will be kept just between us.  Is that ok?”
He nodded.

“Ok, then.  Where do you want to start?”
He sighed, turning over what he was about to reveal.  He decided to save his biggest confession for last.  He began talking about his childhood, his upbringing, and his life in general.  And then, he decided he’d do better to just get it all off his chest.  There’s no point living with the guilt anymore.

“Dr. Van Buren, I need to tell you something very important…”
What the doctor heard left him speechless.  He checked to see if the tape was still running: it was.  This is definitely something I’m going to want on tape.