((Agent P POV))

I have no idea on what's going on, what they're talking about or what I did to deserve this...

Those were my exact thoughts as I somersaulted under a body that threw themselves at me in hope of capture. As far as I knew everyone here at the Organization Without a Cool Acronym, or the O.W.C.A., the place I work, thought I had did some sort of what appeared to be a crime. So here I was, getting chased and attacked by my fellow secret agents. There were all kinds of secret agents here, turtles, raccoons, cats, rabbits, and any other kind of house pet, including a duck with a chair obsession.

Seriously, who let HIM in the agency? I thought, dodging a chair that was thrown by the duck mentioned earlier. Although he seemed pointless and annoying, he had good aim when it came to wooden chairs. If I hadn't ducked, the chair would've had a direct hit to my skull...maybe that's why he was in the agency...

While there were a large amount of species in the room, most of them were rookie agents. My boss, who ordered all of the agents to attack, thought of me as having the best potential to be the number one agent in the agency. So, not much of a challenge there.

"Don't let him get away!" I heard my boss, Major Monogram, shout as an order.

Although it was usually no challenge to beat rookies, I was not used to having nearly every rookie in the organization after me. I had no idea what their skill level was, their strategy, or their fighting style. I managed to jump, somersault, and run my way out of oncoming attacks for a small amount of time, until a raccoon grabbed my arm and twisted it behind me, a technique I enjoyed practicing, and the rest of them held me down. I looked up at the Major and glared at him, still clueless as to what I did. I had just come back to check in after completing the mission I had to do today and my boss told me he was disappointed of my actions (which was something I never heard him say to me) and ordered these agents to capture me.

"I never thought a highly honored agent like yourself would ever want to stoop so low as kidnapping." He said, looking down at me with a mixture of disbelief and disappointment in his face. He held him arms behind his back professionally, like how a stereotypical boss would to appear more superior. He frowned under the white mustache he had and his one grey eyebrow (yes, one.) was unmoving. His military cut-like hair matched his facial hair. He wore all green, on his suit was labeled M.M.

Kidnapping?I thought, and if I could speak I would've asked what he meant. But everyone knows a platypus couldn't talk even if he was an agent. My only way of communication was a pen and paper, and sometimes a game of charades.

I quickly scanned the room we were in, also known as my lair. The walls were silver-ish and had different agent gadgets in it. The most obvious object in the room was a giant screen, and a little red chair in front of it. But nothing was in my reach that would be any help to me. If only I could reach my hat...

I struggled to get out of my colleagues' grasp, but had no such luck. The Major shook his head, almost sadly.

"It's over, Agent P. You will be sent to a prison to pay your time. In the meantime, we will look for the poor little girl."

I felt the cold presence of handcuffs on my wrists that were placed behind my back as I was dragged out of my lair by a fairly large tortoise, a panda, and a grey bulldog. I swear I saw a tear fall from my boss's eyes. I rolled my eyes. I swear humans are so emotional sometimes.

I observed my surroundings as I was pulled through the white, cold hallways of the agency's headquarters. If my guess was correct, then these guys are probably taking me to a holding cell, I figured. The location of the holding cells was not so far away from the exit of the building. I looked over my shoulder at the rookie agents who were transporting me, none of which seemed to even want to make eye contact with me, which was something I could hold to my advantages.

I quickly and quietly shook my head forward, flopping my hat down into my lap. I bent my knees slightly to keep the headgear from falling off my lap. The bulldog and tortoise were holding my arms behind my back as they dragged me, so there was no way I could use them. No problem. My tangerine tail was sliding in front of me, and I tilted it up towards me so that my brown fedora wouldn't fall to the ground. I had to use my legs and feet to go through what I had in my hat, hoping to find the item needed, and thank God it was there. I carefully aimed the automatic grappling hook I fished out of my hat at the ceiling with my feet, put half of my webbed foot in between the trigger and the handle, and pulled the trigger, commanding a metal claw with a rope attached to shoot into the material of the building. I felt the agents stop and look behind them, most likely confused as to what that sound was. They barely had a chance to even widen their eyes before the gun pulled us all into the air, leaving the panda, codenamed Agent Panda, staring up at us as my hat fell to the floor beside him.

As the gun caught up with the metal claw on the ceiling, the sudden stop caused both of the agents who were still holding on, Agent Bulldog and Agent Tortoise, loose their grip and fall back to the ground. I watched as Agent T flipped himself around in the air, allowing himself to land perfectly on his feet with his right arm on the ground and his left in the air, allowing him balance. Agent B on the other hand, fell on his side and quickly attempted to get up, only to look completely dazed.

With that given information, I figured Agent T was a higher skill level than Agent B.

Wasting no time, I unhooked my foot out from between the trigger and handle and back flipped my way onto a perfect landing, but of course my arms were out of order so I had to use my body weight and tail to regain my balance. I glared up at the two agents in front of me; Agent B was still slowly regaining his sense of action. Agent Panda behind me was most likely ready for a fight. We all waited for someone to make an action. A few seconds passed, but in the suspense it felt like minutes. I glanced down at the ground quickly, finding that my shadow was in front of me, meaning that the light source was behind me. My brown eyes began glancing between Agents B and T and back down at my shadow. After a few rounds of glancing, I found another shadow beside mine, and I knew Agent Panda was close behind me, waiting to strike. I saw the shadow raise an arm, and I quickly sprang into action.

I jumped into the air, swinging my leg out, kicking the panda in the face and sending him startled and confused onto the floor. I quickly heard footsteps behind me, and kicked behind me, hitting Agent B in the stomach. Agent T took this as an opportunity to counter by throwing his fist at me, which I dodged by stepping back once while the fist flew right in front of my bill. I glared at him, knowing I needed to wrap this up quickly if I were to escape with success. Ending this fight would be hard, since without the use of my arms, I only had my legs and tail as weapons, and I needed my arms to help balance me when I used my tail. I found myself in a tight position.

Agent T continued throwing punches at me, obviously trying to use his strength to knock me out, and I kept dodging, stepping further and further away from him while ducking in every direction possible. He swung fast for a slow animal, but I still noticed a pause between every throw. We had already passed the panda trying to regain its senses, and I didn't see Agent B behind the tortoise throwing hits at me. The light source was still behind me but was getting closer and closer as my shadow shrank. But it was still enough to spot the large shadow hovering over me. Agent B must have sneaked around Agent T and me to attack from behind. I smirked and glared back at the tortoise in front of me as he threw yet another powerful blow, and quickly I somersaulted out of the way and did not receive the blow. Agent B, however, was not so lucky. He chose then to jump forward at where I was standing, probably trying to pin me down, but got a punch to the face by Agent T instead. He fell to the ground and I saw his eyes attempt to open again, but failed.

With Agent B out cold, all I had left was the tortoise agent who was glaring at me with hate and the panda agent who finally got back up to join the fight. Agent T was still standing slightly close to me, close enough to hit me if he were to actually succeed in one of his punches. I ducked three times before somersaulting out of the way the fourth time, and as I finished my somersault, I felt two furry arms grab my own, and I was lifted a few millimeters off the ground. I struggled in Agent P's trap, not able to touch the ground successfully. Agent T smiled and put down his guard. I figured I was defeated; it wasn't like a quick ticket out of here was going to fall from the sky.

Then I remembered, my grappling hook never fell back down from the ceiling. I looked up, and sure enough, it was still there, barely hanging onto the ceiling. It looked as if a small push would allow it to crash to the floor in front of me. But the question was how to get it down? Even if I were to still have my feet on the ground, I was not heavy enough to trigger its fall. Agent T, maybe, but I highly doubt I could get him to jump even once right now. So, the only thing I could think of to do probably would not work. Not hitting it wasn't what I was worried about, I was good at my aim due to all the grappling hooks I've fired and the darts I've had to shoot through a straw; it was the force itself when it hit the gun that did. But I supposed it was worth a try. I aimed with my head at the grappling hook inhaled and blew at the metal claw, hoping it was enough.

And apparently it was. The small gust of wind hit the grapple gun and it moved slightly enough to unhook itself from the ceiling at fall nearly half a foot to a foot away from me. Agent T looked mildly confused, but knew he was in trouble the moment the gun hit the ground. I pulled my tail back slightly before swinging it at the automatic grappling hook in front of me, hitting it and causing it to smack Agent T right between the eyes with great force. He swayed slightly before falling flat on his...well not "flat" ...but he fell on his shell. I smirked. Now, even if he were still conscious, which I highly doubted, or regained consciousness faster than I was prepared for, then he still wouldn't get up without struggling wildly on his shell. If I was a human, I would've called that luck. But of course I'm an agent who doesn't believe in luck, but skill. Now, the other Agent P was all that was left.

Speaking of which, I noticed he dropped his strength slightly when Agent T fell, and I quickly elbowed him as hard as I could (which I couldn't really use that much strength since my arms were still chained behind my back) and he dropped me enough to reach the ground again. I planned on dashing off while I still had the chance, but he still held onto one of my arms, preventing me from doing so. I spent a while struggling out of his grip while dodging the punches he threw at me with the arm that didn't have a death grip on me with, and eventually grew tired of it. I was hoping I didn't have to do this, but at that moment, I didn't find another choice. I faced him, took a quick aim, held my breath and closed my eyes before smacking my skull against his as fast as I could without making me black out.

I saw a glimpse of his face after our skulls collided, it was very dazed and he fell on his back, knocked out. I, on the other hand, was in complete pain. Yep, that was ganna be a headache. The worst part was I couldn't hold my head, so I swayed a little bit, also dazed. I hastily made my way to where my hat dropped a few minutes ago, and reached my foot inside, pulling on a certain lever in my hat that caused the rim of it to spin quickly, functioning much like a chainsaw. I turned around and put the chains on the "saw", causing them to break right down the middle. Finally, my arms were useful again! I turned the chainsaw application on my agent fedora off and walked back over to the grappling hook, placing it in the hat. I held my pulsing head for a moment. At least the fight was over.

"Agents!" I heard a bark ring throughout the hallway, making my head throb a little more. I looked up and saw a tan-furred agent Chihuahua looking at me with shock and almost fear. His hat was the same as the agents' I just knocked out, light brown with a brown stripe, which was slightly different than my own, dark brown with a black stripe. His hat color meant that he was most likely a rookie agent, or maybe even one level higher than rookie. But given his petite body, I highly doubted he was only a level under me. His large ears flatted and he growled at me before howling "Rouge Agent P is escaping!"

I took that moment to start running for the exit. I knew that as soon as Agent C (the Chihuahua I just encountered) howled that I was escaping, then the Major and the agents he had at hand would all come running after me in hopes of stopping me. Geez, why was everyone so gullible? Whoever kidnapped the little girl that they were talking about wasn't me! Well, they probably wouldn't listen to me now, since they thought I just assaulted three rookie agents. So I ran through the hallways, turning when needed, hearing the taps that my webbed feet made and the clatter the chains made. Soon, I heard more than just a pair of feet echo through the hallway.

I turned a corner one more time and found the red EXIT sign, but I didn't plan on savoring the bright neon red letters. I quickly ran through the door into the outside world, or to be more exact, the parking lot. I ran through the aisles of raccoon scooters and fish cars and mice travel spheres, and passed two human vehicles among the animal transportation, looking for a vehicle of my own. I could've sworn I parked my scooter out here, but I wished I would've taken my hovercraft that day instead. But wishing wasn't going to do me any good. Finally, I found the mini silver and teal-turquoise scooter that I had used earlier. Running to it, I grabbed the keys out of my hat (you wouldn't image the storage space I have in there) and jumped onto the seat.

I heard a meow that said "He's gotta be around here somewhere!" along with a few other sounds close by. And then a human voice, the voice of my boss, yelled "Find him! We can't let him get away! Who knows what trouble this can be for us when people find out we let a renegade agent get away!" I heard a bark close behind me, saying to the other agents "There he is!" and I quickly turned the key in the ignition, hit the gear needed, and sped off before the canine that gave away my location could even take a step. I'm pretty sure I left a cloud of dust where I was. I quickly turned throughout the parking lot and saw two bird agents fly after me as I turned in the exit and onto the road, passing a sign in front of our building that read "Organization Without a Cool Acronym Headquarters (Pay no attention to this sign)" and turned in the direction of a nearby town called Danville, which was only two or three minutes away while obeying the speed limit. I was pretty sure I could make it. I heard a screech from the sky and looked at the mirrors attached to my scooter, seeing Agent Eagle flying in the air behind me.

"Agent Platypus," The screech echoed, "Pull over or we will use force!"

I just glared through the mirror at the eagle and growled slightly, seeing Agent Vulture coming up behind Agent E. I twisted the right handle towards me even more, making the vehicle speed up. The speed limit was the least of my concern; I just needed to survive the chase. The two birds behind me continued following me peacefully for nearly half a minute, waiting for me to be a good little ex-agent and pull over. After the 30 seconds, I saw Agent E catch up to me and attempted to dive-bomb me off my scooter, but barely missed, swooping back up into the sky before he hit the road. Agent V didn't waste a moment following Agent E, but instead of a dive-bomb he followed me on my side, swiping his talons at me. I turned my scooter in the opposite direction to avoid receiving a slash in the face, and quickly turned it back towards him, hoping to knock him off balance or cause him to flinch. He avoided doing both, and pecked at me while swiping his talons at me again. I felt a streak of pain in my left arm where one of his claws got me, and I saw the red blood underneath. I shot a death glare at him before looking ahead at the "Welcome to Danville!" sign getting closer and closer. I quickly punched Agent V in the wing with the arm he slashed, causing him to fall back. I didn't really care if he was lethally injured from the fall to the highway or not, so I made my way into the city called Danville with Agent E still following me overhead, looking at Agent V on the road with a slightly saddened expression before glaring at me.

As I passed the sign, I saw a line of small vehicles in the distance behind me.

Great, now I have to bring the chase into town. I thought, glaring at the agents in their personalized vehicles even though I knew they couldn't see my face. And humans say that a platypus isn't capable of much.

Alright, this is my first P+F fanfic I've ever wrote, so hopefully it's alright. This is new to me, since I'm used to writing Zelda stuff or anime with a storyline. Just to erase any confusion, this doesn't take place in the P+F plot on TV, but my own plot. So things are different in this than if it were taking place in the official TV plot.

Also, this is a frenemy story. NOT SLASH! Well...I suppose if you want to believe that it's P+D then I guess you could but just don't get disappointed when there's no romance.

And lastly, This whole story will be in different characters (Mostly Perry and Doof's) point of views written in first person, which is something I am not familiar with. So some tips would be nice. :)

Alright, I think that's it. Feel free to review and tell me how I'm doing.

-MidnightTwi