AN: So, this is my first story ever! Did other people feel like this on their first story. Haha I hope so. Anyway...
Plot summary: A international manhunt takes an unexpected turn when two dangerous form an alliance. Will this prove too much for then penguin unit to handle after their lives are just barely hanging on a thread? I personally apologize to Skipper in advance. Humanized
Skipper didn't know which was louder. The constant, dead buzzing of the alarm begging for attention, the noise of his heart beating in his ears, or the annoying barking of the dogs chasing him. Ah yes, those very distracting things. He would focus on one of these noises, which would distract hi from his current goal. Which was running away.
He had been running in a fast, continuous pace for the last few blocks now. Any distraction could make him slow down, which was not an option. Not under these circumstances. His been pushing out his paranoia all night. What's Kowalski doing that he couldn't be here? Was he captured? Where was Private and Rico? Were they even alive? Skipper didn't want to think about that one. It was only at that point that he welcomed the loud annoyance of the pounding in his ears.
What Skipper really wanted to know, was what was going on. Obviously, when he went on this easy mission tonight, he did not expect to be separated by his team, while they, and him of course, were being chased by the NYPD K9 unit. You could say that it was a bit unauthorized. He also was a little curious on why in the city that never sleeps, there was no one in the streets. He started near the bad part of the city, and no one was out. No 'bad people' that he's warned his team off of. By now he was close to town square, and there wasn't a soul. It was like a ghost town. Well, except for I'm, his team wherever they were, the dogs, and the people with those dogs.
Really, if it wasn't for the K9 unit, he'd have hidden somewhere, and then gotten away. But the dogs have his scent drenched in their nostrils, and seem bent on getting blood. After all, before he started running, Rico got a big bite in the leg. That probably slowed him down a lot, Skipper thought dryly. He couldn't even get his bearings. He was just running blindly. In his defence, the confusion was just too much. Why were people who knew of his team chasing them? Did they do something wrong? Why were there nobody in the streets?
He knew they would catch him in an instant if he fled off of the middle of the streets. There were people on the sides, chasing him. They were slower than him, thankfully. But they would catch up with him if he turned to the sides. That situation wasn't improved as soon as the leader saw the police car, parked on the street, waiting for him.
Perfect, Skipper thought, this'll be a long night. Hopefully Private and Rico are doing better.
Neon Tyler smiled. She was twenty two now, still pretty young, in her mind. So, it was perfectly justified to have an obsession over every Taylor Swift song ever made. Besides, there was no point on even being on this street. There was a call to all people new in the NYPD to not be out today, said the reason was classified. So, Neon Tyler took it as an opportunity to sit back, relax, and listen to some music in the cop car.
She could've listened to music at her apartment. Could have. But a fantasy she had when she joined the police department was to be sitting in a cop car, bobbing her head to music, while she inspected the area. She saw it on a movie once. She thought it looked like a wonderful thing to do on a beautiful summer night.
Tonight was really quiet, she noted a few times. An eerie quiet. The streets looked liked a ghost town. It was so odd for the city that never slept. Did have something to do with the announcement of no new recruits or patrols out tonight? Maybe. But she could faintly hear dogs barking in the distance, so she assumed she was just in a bad place to park.
Still... she was cautious by nature, her conservative look almost proved that. She dressed very plainly, her hair never done, only one streak of green in a cloud of fiery red, and kept her makeup low key. So, she suspected that something was wrong. That something was brewing in the streets of NewYork. Maybe she didn't know who, or why, but she knew it was something.
Her fears were only confirmed when a much older man with a definite flat top, suddenly burst into her car and ordered her to drive away, a gun pointed at her temple.
"I can't thank you enough for this Kowalski."
The man smiled, handing the woman her cellphone. "It's nothing Marlene." He said sincerely.
Marlene grinned at her newly, fully upgraded, cellphone. "No, it is. Trust me. Do you realize what would've happened if you hadn't of come to do this?"
"You would've had to hire someone?"
Marlene couldn't help but chuckle. She hardly ever hears Kowalski make a joke, so she quickly learned that every attempt must be appreciated. "So, where are the rest of the guys tonight?"
Kowalski started to pack up his stuff. It wasn't much, but the explanations of what he intended to do with them to the phone was enough to make the woman speechless. So, his intelligence was noticed yet again. "They went out on a mission. They should have been back by now though. Let me call them." He pulled out his own technological superior phone, and punched in the familiar buttons to his teammates number.
The phone rung for a few moments. Which wasn't that suspicious, Kowalski decided. Finally, the man on the other end picked up.
"Kowalski?" The voice was in a hushed whisper. "This is really a bad time!"
It took one moment to figure out that Private had been panting. So, he knew that he had been doing some sort of physical restraining activity. "Why? Are you alright? Where's Skipper and Rico?"
There was an almost deathly pause. Kowalski could hear rustling on the other side. What was happening? Was the rest of the team in some kind of trouble? Impossible. All they had to do for the mission tonight was get some plans for a future mission that was scheduled. How could that possibly go wrong? O, rather, how could the rest of the team not be handled for it?
"Can't talk!" Private screamed this time and Kowalski had to take the phone away from his ear. "Running! Can you get to-"
Kowalski threw the phone on the ground next to Marlene's feet, making the girl flinch. His body was shaking now from fear, confusion and worry. The line between his phone and Private's had gone dead before his young comrade could finish his sentence.
"Neon Tyler? Please, if you're alive please pick up."
The girl whimpered. The person talking behind the radio was her boss. He had always seemed so strong, so optimistic. Now, she could hear his voice breaking, begging to know that the young girl was alive.
Skipper raised his eyebrows. The gun was still focused on her temple. "Neon Tyler?"
The girl hesitated, but nodded. Her hands were still on the steering wheel, still driving away from the K9 units. "Neon Tyler?"
She had to build up some courage to answer. "Y-yes. My first name's Neon, and my last name's Tyler. But everyone seems to call me by first and last name. I thought it sounded good."
The man nodded in understanding. "Yeah. My name's Skipper. It's kinda an odd name, huh? You better turn here."
Neon Tyler grinned. Her hands stayed, not turning the car. "Is this always how you handle a hostage situation while being chased?"
"Is this how you handle being a hostage? Disobeying orders from the person who has a gun at your head? Besides, I have no idea why I'm being chased, anyway."
"So why are you running?"
"Why are you not turning?"
She giggled. "You know, you remind me a bit of superman. Except you're a bit grouchy."
Skipper stayed silent awhile. Neon Tyler almost thought he was going to shoot her. Until he answered, "Yeah, but I guess I'm wearing the wrong costume."
Suddenly, Skipper heard a shot. He recognized it immediately, rifiles. He hardly had anytime to turn his head before the glass from the car windshield shattered, a scream rang out, and his vision went red. Blood red.