Hey everyone. How's it going? I'm good. Ya. I know none of you want to hear me talk about how I'm doing. Well, anyway's. I am starting what is going in between the stories of "What Now?" and "Antarctic Attack". You see I have been having a hard time getting ideas for this story. I still have very few ideas for it, so it is basically gonna be a build as you go story. I have a very basic outline done. I don't even have a name for it. I am not use to that. I am use to having the whole story basically done in my head, I just need to add more substance, and then I go a completely different direction with it than I was planning. Sorry about rambling, but I wanted to let you know the reason why it may not be up to par with other fanfics I've written. So, ya. Just gonna say this because I have it at the beginning of every chapter, you don't really have to. Enjoy.

The H.Q. was silent except for the ticking of the clock. soft snores were coming from the bunks. The penguins slumber was rudely interupted by the loud bang from a gun. Four of the penguins jumped to fighting positions. The fifth stood there sheepishly with the remote in his flippers. "Oops. Had the..volume up to loud." DB nervously rubbed the back of his head.

Skipper face-flippered. Suddenly, the hatch opened and Striker came down ready to fight. "I heard the gun shot! Where's the crook?" He looked around, and was confused at DB rubbing the back of his head and Skipper shaking his in his flippers and the other three just looking around, in similar states. "Um...Did I miss something?"

"I, uh. I...had the volume up too loud on the television."

Johnathan dropped his fighting position. "Well that's a relief." He walked up to DB and smacked him in the back of the head. "That's for cutting out five minutes of sleep for me."

"And I deserve it." DB rubbed the sore spot before turning to the TV and watching the western that was on. "Wanna watch 'Gunsmoke' with me?"(A/N: I like that show.)

Skipper took the remote and turned off the TV. "Sorry. We have training today."

DB shrugged. "Alright. What do we have to do?"

"Training course. You can get your first time in on it."

"Cool. Let's do it!" DB rubbed his flippers together in excitement. He also had a grin on his face that would look normal on a psycopath. The others, except Johnathan, looked at him with worried expressions.

Johnathan just looked at him with a deadpanned expression. "You still haven't gotten over that, have you?"

"Nope." He let out a chuckle that went well with his smile.

Dr. Blowhole cringed at the laugh. He said through the earpiece, "That creeped even me out." DB let out another, only longer.

Skipper finally cleared his throat. "Let's get out to the training field."

Park, twenty minutes later

Only Skipper, DB, and Striker still needed to go. "Alright. Johnathan, you go." Striker got ready. Skipper gave the signal, and Johnathan took off with amazing speed, going at a similar pace to the others. He slid to a stop right in front of Skipper, who stopped the clock. "Wow. You tied my personal best. And you don't seem worn out like the others." He motioned to the other three, who were lying on the ground, panting.

Striker shrugged. "That course is easy compared to what I had to go through. Well, DB. Your go."

"I'd say I'll get about thirty seconds on this."

Skipper chuckled. "Sure you will. Sure you will."

DB smirked at him. "Well, we won't know 'till you start it, will we?"

"Alright. On your mark, get set...GO!" The clock started, and DB was off. He passed through the tires, the pipes, the army crawl and got to Skipper, in a similar manner to Striker. He also wasn't breathing heavily. Skipper stopped the clock. He looked at it and his eyes widened. "How!?"

DB grinned a smug grin. "Told ya. What's the exact time?"

"Thirty point nine seconds." DB's grin faltered for a second. He knew the Striker would know about it. He just hoped no one else noticed it. "Well. Let's see if I can top that." Skipper began stretching, getting ready for the clock to start.

"Just don't be trying too hard to beat my time. I had to work hard to get to that point. I trained harder than your team does, and that isn't training you can get to in a day, so just do your best."

"Start the clock!" Skipper's voice had aggitation in it.

"Alright. On your mark...Get set..." Rico fired a bazooka. Skipper was off. He came to a stop with heavy breathing. "Well. You got forty point four seconds. Six seconds better than last year, according to the board. Guess your drive for wanting to be the best of the unit drove you beyond what you had thought were your limits. Way to go!"

"But, I'm the leader of this group! The leader is suppose to be the most capable, physically!"

"Skipper. When I took over the organization, I was not the most physically capable person. But, I was the most mentally capable. I knew how to lead. No one else did. All you need to be a good leader is to be good at leading. You have that."

"NO! That is not true!"

"Skipper! I told you that I've had trianing you haven't had. I told you not to expect to be better than me. Or even close to my time. I told you to do the best you could!"

"REDO!" DB sighed and started the clock as Skipepr took off. He came back. "TIME!"

DB cringed as he spoke. "Thirty-one seconds." It was actually the same time as before."

"REDO!" He took off again. He was back and breathing heavily.

"Thirty point nine seconds." Skipper seemed satisfied with this.

"Good. Now that the training is done, let's get to work on sparring."

"I'll spar with Striker."

"Alright. Private. You spar with Kowalski. Rico spars with me."

They all got with their sparring partner and began, though DB and Striker were not giving it their all. "So, what was with the lying to Skipper about his time?"

"Well, I knew he wouldn't stop until his time was close to mine. He would have drove himself to exhaustion and possibly died and you know how I am when someone dies."

Striker nodded as he dodged a punch and tried to kick DB's legs out from under him, only for DB to jump over his legs. "Ya. You are very emotional."

DB caught Johnathan's fist and flipped him over his shoulder. Johnathna landed on his feet in a slide. He charged at DB. "Ya. I suppose you also know about how my grin faltered, right?"

"Yes. I do. What is going on?"

"I'm not sure. I just know I am slowly losing strength, though it seems to be speeding up. I think we should have a spar every morning, just to keep track of how fast I'm losing strength, and possibly slow it down."

Striker nodded in agreement as he ducked under a punch. "alright." He then flipped upwards, kicking DB's beak, but he only stumbled and quickly caught Johnathan and pinned him on the ground. "You were holding back until we were done talking, weren't you?"

"Yes. Yes I was." DB got off and pulled Johnathan to his feet. They duo then heard the sound of a truck. They turned, and seen it was a zoo transfer truck. "We need to tell Skipper about that." Striker nodded. The two quickly stopped Skipper and Rico with surprise attacks. "Sorry about that, but we have a zoo transfer truck coming in." He pointed towards it.

"Alright. Boys, we got a truck coming in. Let's go meet them." The others nodded.

The group headed off, but Private stopped DB. "What is it, Private?"

"Well, it's just that, I noticed your grin falter when you heard the time on the obstacle course. Mind telling me?"

"Um. I think you may be seeing things."

"Well, maybe I'll just tell Skippah you lied about his time on the obstacke course."

"Would he really believe you?"

"He would ovah you."

"Alright. On the next mission. Watch me fight, and you will probably see it, if you paid attantion to other missions. Now, let's catch up with the others." Private nodded and the two were off after the others.

Ya. Like I said in the beginning, this is just a build as I go story. So, I write what I think of on the spot. So, I understand if it's not good. So, review, if you want. I really wouldn't blame you if you didn't.