Disclaimer: The characters of The Penguins of Madagascar aren't mine, they're belong to Nickelodeon. I own the OCs, and you can see the list at my profile.
A/N: this is the sequel of Unforgotten Past
Father's Love
Chapter 1: The Old Men are Back
It was in a dark room, with the only light came from a candle on a table. There were two people sit facing each other. The one was a dolphin with a robotic eye on a segway, and the another one was a 65 years old penguin.
"So, what can you do for me?" asked the dolphin.
"I can work for you to make a nuclear weapon," said the penguin.
"And why do you think that I'm interested with a nuclear weapon?" asked the dolphin again.
The penguin laughed. "Come on, stop the stupid questions. I know you want to destroy the humans. I work for you to make the weapon, and you give me the things needed,"
"So, why do you want to work for me?"
"Because we have the same enemy," answered the penguin. "If I work for you, I'm sure I'll meet him again so I can break him down,"
"Good reason. You'll meet him in no time," said the dolphin. "I have someone who can help us to defeat him. I think you know him,"
And with that, an old male penguin waddled towards them with a smirk.
"Long time no see, General Thorn," said him. "Ah, sorry I forget it. You're not a General anymore,"
The 65 years old penguin - Thorn - glared to him. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be dead,"
"Just a day after he defeated you, you lost your position. Well, you deserve it. You kidnapped his nephew, besides you were doing some illegal experiment,"
"SHUT UP!" Thorn yelled. "That was because of you! If you didn't-"
"Calm down, boys," said the dolphin. "From now, we're a team,"
"I thought you're an idealist," said Thorn. "Why are you working for Blowhole?"
"Time changed people's mind," answered him.
"I'll pay him if he can bring our enemy alive to us," said the dolphin - Blowhole.
"Ah," said Thorn. "Now you understand the meaning of money, huh?"
The penguin chuckled. "Let's just finish this quickly so I can enjoy my pay,"
"Hm... Good choice. But you didn't notice my bishop here," said Skipper. "It can be a danger,"
Skipper and Private were playing chess, while Rico was helping Kowalski in his lab.
"Uh, I'm not good in this game, Skippah" said Private.
"Come on, soldier. It trains your tactic and strategy," said Skipper. "You'll get addicted to this game after you can set a deathly strategy with stealthy tactics,"
"Well, maybe I need some rest," Private said.
"Okay then," said Skipper. "Take some rest, son. I'll drink some coffee first,"
Private smiled. "Thank you, Skippah,"
Private waddled to his bunk, while Skipper took a cup of fish-coffee. Suddenly, he heard a big kaboom.
"What was that, Kowalski?" Skipper asked.
"I'm sorry, Skipper," said Kowalski, waddling out from his lab with Rico and smokes.
"That's fine," said Skipper. "Anyway, Private is still sleeping after that big explotion?"
"He must be tired, after our training today," said Kowalski. "Sometimes I think you trained him too hard,"
"He needs it, Kowalski. He has to train hard if he want to be like his parents," Skipper replied.
BUGH... BANG... BANG...
"Now what, Kowalski?" Skipper asked.
"It wasn't me, it seems someone out there knocked the fishbowl," Kowalski answered.
"Alright, let's see who's that. But don't wake Private up," said Skipper.
They jumped out from the fishbowl entrance and landed with their fighting trestle.
"Help... me... son..,"
Skipper statued as he saw the penguin in front of him. He had a flat head, white eyebrows, a scar at his right eye and a body that covered with muscles - and wounds. His head was bleeding, and there were slices on his body. He was fainted.
"Kowalski, bring him to our headquarters!" Skipper ordered.
"But, Skipper, we don't know who's he, maybe-"
"Just bring him in! It's an order!" said Skipper.
They lifted the old penguin into their H.Q and put him on Kowalski's table. Skipper locked the entrance.
"Kowalski, take care of him," said Skipper.
"You can count on me, sir," Kowalski replied.
Skipper waddled to his coffee maker and made another cup of fish-coffee. He stared their bunks. Stared a young penguin which was sleeping in peace.
Hour by hour passed. Skipper sit on a chair, thinking some things. Kowalski waddled towards him.
"He's fine," said Kowalski. "He doesn't wake up yet, but he's fine,"
"Good job, Kowalski. I know you can do it," said Skipper.
"Thank you, sir. But... may I ask you a question?"
"What's it, soldier?"
"Do you know that old man? Because I think I heard he said 'son', and you aren't paranoid as usual,"
"No, I don't know him, soldier. Maybe he was wrong. And I helped him quickly, because we can't just let him alone with those wounds, right?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry, sir," said Kowalski.
"That's fine. It's already midnight now. You need to sleep," said Skipper.
"Yes, sir," Kowalski replied.
Skipper stared the old penguin for a while. And then he turned off the lamp.
TO BE CONTINUED
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