Author's Note: My first publication on fanfiction. Hope you enjoy it!

The moon shone its rays over the treetops, lighting up my way. The forest was silent, except for the sound of my beating heart, which I hoped only I could hear. This was a suicide mission; it was either do or die. If I defeated Blowhole, I would finally get my revenge. On the other hand, if I lost, I would not have long to live.

I almost jumped out of my feathers when an owl screamed at me to get out of his territory. I think that it was afraid that I was stealing his mice. If I were he, I would not worry; I had sworn never to eat mice again unless it was a dire emergency.

Have you ever eaten a mouse before? Let me tell you, it tastes like monkey spit. Even worse, the mouse wiggles inside your beak until you crush it. I cannot even think about it anymore. It is just like reliving horrible memories.

It was time to roll. I slid over to the side of the shed. Listening carefully, I heard breathing. It was deep and relaxed – a sure sign that whoever inside was sleeping, I hoped. Lightly, I jumped inside to face the guard. As I had thought, he was asleep.

You all know that he was a lobster – a red one in fact. There was an elevator on the face of the wall farthest away from me. It was probably once a mining shed – abandoned by humans now, obviously. I waddled over to the elevator.

In order to open it, the elevator required a password. Going back to the lobster, I found what I was looking for – the pass code written on his name card. Grinning, I shook my head, amazed at the sea creatures' stupidity.

Typing the password to the pad took seconds, and in less than a minute, I was heading down to Blowhole's lair. The lair was huge. Blowhole had really let himself go this time. I wonder how much it all cost.

I heard voices and feet coming from around the corner. I only had a second to act. Looking around, I spied a stack of boxes over at the corner – perfect. I slid over and hid behind them just in time. There were three lobsters.

It would have been easy to knock them out but to do that would need some noise. I was trying to be quiet. "Hey, someone is late again," said Lobster One.

"The boss ain't going to be happy about it," answered Lobster Two.

"It's not our problem. Come on. I'm hungry," joined in Lobster Three. "Let's go."

The lobsters left the room. I breathed out a sigh of relief – so far so good. The elevator dinged as it reached the surface; and I took my cue, sliding out to the corridors, careful to listen for any unwelcomed visitors.

I found a storage room where I took out my map of the lair. I was about a minute away, sliding distance, from Blowhole's lab. I put the map away, making sure that it was tucked in tightly.

A minute later, I was hiding behind a stack of boxes yet again, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Suddenly, the lights went out. I thought I had my chance. I jumped out of cover and tried a kick to Blowhole's face, only to find that someone had beaten me to it.

I was flying fast, complete with my pure cold hatred for Dr. Blowhole; I slammed into the wall feet first. The pain was agony shooting right through my leg. It was definitely sprained, perhaps even broken. Ignoring the pain, I tested it – no, it was just sprained.

I surveyed the lab, everything and everybody was in chaos. Blowhole himself lay on the ground unconscious. Something landed near my feet; I looked down. It was a smoke bomb. Smoke began filling the room, but through the mist, I saw the shadowy shapes of four other penguins.