They Lurk Below

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Bermuda Triangle No POV

A jet flies through the open sky, and inside, Ben excitedly talks to Max, Gwen, Wade, and Hope. Rip was left at the Rust Bucket. He was the guard to make sure no one steals it. Hope used her magic to wear a more normal looking outfit.

(Clothing only

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(Clothing only. If you want the bag to look like that, that's up to you)

Ben: Now, this is cool! Picked up in a billionaire's private jet to check out his brand-new hotel before anybody else! Now we're talking a summer vacation! Thanks!

Max: I'd do anything for you, guys. You know that, Ben.

Gwen: How come you never told us before that you knew Donovan Grand Smith?

Max: Must have slipped my mind.

Hope: I don't know who Donovan Grand Smith is.

Wade: me neither.

The jet lands at the floating building entrance to the resort, with Donovan waiting on the docks.

Donovan: <Welcoming the group with his grandson beside him> Max Tennyson, it's been way too long.

Max: How are you, Donovan? <Shaking his hand>

Donovan: Well, with sixteen resorts worldwide, I'd say pretty good. Glad you finally decided to see how the better half lives. <Chuckles>

Max: These are my grand-kids; Ben, Gwen, and Wade. This is Wade's girlfriend, Hope.

Wade: Grandpa!

Hope: <blushing holding her cheeks>

Donovan: And this is my Grandson, Edwin!

Ben & Gwen: <In unison, and being friendly> Hi!

Edwin: Yeah, whatever.

Edwin pouts, as Ben and Gwen look at one another put off by him.

Hope: rude.

Donovan: Ready to take the plunge?

Donovan gestures to the opening elevator doors, and the group head down to the underwater resort's sea level. As Edwin shoots a raised eyebrow at the other two kids, they exit the elevator and enter onto a booth seated tram line tunnel, giving them a great view of the magnificent marine life as lights comes on and it moves deeper into the resort through a vertical shoot.

Max: <Contrasting Ben and Gwen's amazed expressions, he is serious> You sure this was the safest place to build a resort like this?

Donovan: You're talking underwater fault lines?

Max: I'm talking more like you're smack dab in the middle of the Bermuda Triangle. <Ben and Gwen both turn>

Wade: wait, you're kidding right?

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