Jet Pack Guy jolted awake as he hunched forward into the sitting position with a holler. Wide eyed, Jet stared at the white wall of his igloo as he clutched desperately to the sheets of his bed. After a few moments, the red feathered penguin sighed and released the bed sheets from his trembling flippers.
"Just a nightmare," Jet grumbled breathlessly as he slowly laid back down. He stared up at the rounded roof while his blankets slowly engulfed him. The warmth from under the plush covers felt suffocating, but it actually helped him relax a bit.
"Just a nightmare," Jet chanted with hushed breaths, "all just a really awful nightmare," yet he knew it hadn't been 'just a nightmare'. Jet knew his dreams were based on a solid piece of cold, bitter reality. Closing his eyes, the scene from Jet's dream still lingered.
Fire blocking him, a scream just out of his reach, a malicious, chilling laugh from behind, but worst of all- The screeching of an old, obnoxious alarm clock once again tore Jet from his thoughts. Lifting the covers off his head, Jet hunkered himself off his bed and waddled out of his fairly empty room.
It was just beginning to become light out, the sun was still playing peek-a-boo from behind the mountains. Colors of pink, orange, yellow, lavender and blue stained the sky in a glowing mass. The air was fairly crisp still and the sky was completely clear; perfect flying weather.
Jet adjusted his jet pack strap as he grabbed his shades and dashed outside. The air was still in the morning chill stage, Jet could see his own breath as he started up his jet pack. With a strong sigh he took off. Launching up into the sky in one quick burst, Jet soared upward until he was nothing but a small speck in the sky to the viewers on the ground. Jet brought his flipper with a chrome watch to his face.
"This is agent Jet calling into HQ,"
"Ah, Jet!" the familiar, somewhat nerdy voice of Gary, the EPF's Gadget Guy, piped up through the watch. "Good morning!"
"Mornin'," Jet mused in reply.
"On your way to get your morning coffee," Gary began, "Would you check up on Jason and see if he has noticed anything?"
Jet sighed, he wasn't the biggest fan of Jason, that penguin was way too perky and happy, and he wore a FISH for a BOW TIE.
"Yeah," Jet said with slight displeasure, "Alright," with that, Jet cut the connection and began to scope the ground below. Jason would be easy enough to find, he was turquoise with and umbrella hat, a fish bow tie, and a yellow snorkel with matching goggles. After a while, Jet became rather impatient, knowing Jason could be anywhere. He decided to grab a coffee at the shop and simply call Jason in the meantime.
Jet slowly lowered to the ground, the fire from his jets dying into smoke. Pushing his sunshades up, Jet waddled up to the coffee shop. He gently pushed on the glass door, which quickly gave way to the pressure applied. There was a soft jingle from a cluster of bells just in
front of the door.
The coffee shop was fairly empty like every morning, there were a few penguins, but most were still groggy and waking up. A pale blue penguin with short white hair stood at the counter like every morning. She peered up at the red penguin and immediately went to work on Jet's 'regular'. Jet sat down on a stool in front of the counter, he drew out his newspaper and began to read.
The fair was going to be in Club Penguin again soon, there was a long report about it. Although the report was by Rookie, the green penguin goofball in the red sunshades and red and white propeller hat not to mention the matching color hawaiian shirt. Jet rolled his eyes and passed over Rookie's commentary. There was a new Club Penguin Airlines opening soon as well. Jet frowned at this, what was the point behind and airline? It wasn't like they could go anywhere but to the dojo, and airplanes weren't really necessary to get there.
Another soft jingle was heard from the door. Turning his head, Jet found himself looking at a familiar form in the doorway; that fish tie could be seen from a mile away.
"Ah," Jet mused, "Jason!" the red penguin motioned for Jason to come over to where he was. Jason seemed a bit startled when his name was called, but as soon as he noticed Jet, Jason smiled largely and sauntered over to the red penguin.
"Hey there, Jet!" Jason beamed while Jet rolled his eyes behind his shades.
"Yeah, hey." Jet replied with a displeased frown, "Gary wanted to know if you had seen anything lately?"
Jason seemed to take note of Jet's frown, his own smile fading into a smaller half smile.
"Right," he chirped, "Um, no, I haven't seen anything."
Jet nodded and retrieved the coffee the penguin handed him.
"Thank you, miss….erm…." Jet gazed down at the beaten up name tag on the penguin's chest, "Octaine,"
The pale blue penguin nodded as she turned on her heel and stalked away to clean the counters. Jet took a drink of his coffee before getting up, he didn't normally leave this quickly, but Jason and his information was one thing Jet couldn't handle this early in the morning.
"Well," the red penguin huffed, "I'm off to the agency."
Jason's face brightened at that statement, he quickly whirled around on his stool to watch Jet as he was leaving.
"Hey! Why don't I tag along?!"
With his back to the blue penguin, Jet frowned and lightly rolled his eyes behind his shades once again.
"As lovely as that would be," Jet started as he turned his head so it was side view for Jason, "You don't come to HQ."
Jason beamed once again as he leapt from his place on the stool and softly jogged up to the red agent.
"Actually, I need to speak with the Director, so I will just tag along!"
"Oh goody." Jet retorted in complete sarcasm. He began to waddle out of the coffee shop, listening to the soft jingle as he stepped out, Jason close behind him.
"Hey, you wanna know some cool facts about the town?" Jason inquired eagerly.
"Not particularly," Jet murmured under his breath, "but you're gonna tell me anyway so…."
"The clothing shop wasn't actually the only shop at first!" Jason began with heavy pep and excitement. Jet sighed, thanking the heavens that it was only town and not all the way at the Plaza, either way though, it was going to be a long trek.