“The sea is the element of love. The Greeks say so. Aphrodite emerged from the water”

It said that Aphrodite was born from its foam, the goddess of beauty and love born from such a beautiful thing as the sea. And Brett loved the sea, it was one of the few things in his life that bought him a sense of—peace. A sense of tranquility and almost safeness, which was rather ironic given to just how dangerous the sea actually was.

It was a deep and dark mystery that still held the curiosity and attention from millions in the world, one of those being him. He often remembered hiding under the sheets in his bed and reading books on the ocean and its myths. From scientific facts about all the weird sea creatures that were being discovered at the time, and in the more mythical side were such creatures like the Kraken, Mermaids, and even massive snakes and terrifying creatures that were rumored to sink ships as a whole.

But never in his entire life had he’d ever believed that the stories would turn out true, and much less that he’d have the luck of seeing one in real time. And it had all spiraled from a few months of some headlines on the news, massive cargo ships had been disappearing into thin air, just completely vanished. The public wasn’t interested much, only vaguely pissed it affected the supply and demand in regard to consumption. But the problems actually began to attract attention when mass navy ships too began to fade in with the dark landscape of the ocean and that was when shit practically hit the fan.

At first J.R. was dealing with the shit talk from the billionaires that were losing money but then the government was on his ass about losing some sort of new technology The Shadow Board had invested millions, and the reptilians too were pretty pissed with him because…well—something.

They really always mad about something, and naturally J.R. pushed his responsibilities onto Reagan, which was his problem. Because now he had to take care of her stress to keep her from making the gang stressed and then the gang would lose their optimism and not do their job on time, sooo it was a mess.

But! Luckily for him Reagan had handled this pretty well, managing to fix the problem under a week, so she was ‘calm’ in a way, the only issue? He wasn’t.

Because this issue Reagan had casually solved involved a siren. A freaking siren!

And apparently, he was the only one that was shocked by this? Reagan was just annoyed they’d gotten her office’s floor wet when they’d transported the water creature into the 15-inch thick, pexi-underground-glass tank that had been installed into a soundproof room.

The Gang on the other hand was going about everything per usual, fooling about while seeming completely unfazed by the Siren that had just been transferred into the tank. The same one he couldn’t stop marveling that swam an awful lot of speed. Each move of the tail swift and graceful, cutting sharply through the saltwater.

They were real, sirens were real. He just stood still, not being able to move from his spot in front of the massive tank before him, his hand naturally went up to touch the glass, to feel the coldness from the water on his fingertips, that was before being startled by Reagan's scolding.

“Brett get the fuck away from there before she cries and busts your eardrums!” She called out over her shoulder while looking over the rooms controls before it was sealed shut.