So tired from work. Two monthes of daily operations left. I can make it. Onto the story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Penguins of Madagascar

(Over the ocean)

"Hmm... looks like two miles out. Think we can get it?" asked an unnamed person as he looked through a scope at a cargo ship in the middle of the ocean.

The second man shook his head and said, "Sorry Jack, but I'm not hearing anything over the radio. They can't see us... yet. I'm on the ready though."

"Can't we sink it anyway? It'd be a bit of fun," asked Jack.

The second man swatted him in the head and said, "Can it you deranged sociopath. There'll be plenty of that when we reach New York. Didn't you always say you wanted to stick it to that city?"

Jack was about to argue, but knew the other man was right. So he just shut his mouth and went back to watching the ship. A couple of minutes later, the second man's eyes perked up and nodded in approval.

"Well good news Jack. They spotted the armada. Go ahead and take the shot," said the man.

Jack nodded and smiled sadistically. He looked back through the scope and pressed a button nearby. Next thing they saw was a streak leaving the airship and flying down towards the ship. A few seconds later the ship was engulfed in a fireball and the remnants began disappearing under the waves, removing all known traces.

A crackle came over the intercom and a voice said, "Nice work gentlemen. No need letting anyone know we're coming their way. Keep your eyes open for any more potential interference."

"Yes sir Dr. Blowhole sir," said Jack.

In his cabin, Blowhole smiled as he looked back at his map. They were getting closer to New York. Only another twelve hours would do it. Soon he'd be over the city and he would engage his first strike against the human race. It was too perfect. Maybe an attack on New York would open up the eyes of the human scum that lined the Earth. Maybe then they would learn to fall in line.

Another recruit entered his cabin, gave a salute and said, "Sir! All weapons are prepped and armed. The men in all ships have been given their instructions when we arrive in New York. Estimated time of arrival is believed to be nine o'clock tonight eastern time."

"That'll be all airman," Blowhole said and the man saluted and left.

Blowhole's smile widened. His men had consisted of former US military men that had defected or anyone that held a deep grudge against whatever. He had five thousand total men. Not nearly enough to take on the world, but enough to cause some damage that the world couldn't ignore. Even then he had robotic weapons that he had manufactured. As well as animals who had a deep hatred for humans and even a few genetic abominations that he had created himself. He had all that he needed to take on a city of eight million. And if the military showed up? Blowhole was prepared for that as well. He was ready for anything.

He just sat back upon his chair as he saw them getting closer to their destination. He was excited for what was to come.

(Lambert International Airport. St. Louis)

"UGH! Three cancelled flights in a row? How the hell does that happen?" Danielle asked angrily.

Dave was frustrated as well. Both he and Danielle had been trying to catch a flight to New York for the past several hours, but so far everyone they tried to catch had been cancelled. Why did this have to be so freaking difficult?

"And the FAA wonders why people hate them so much," Dave said as he went back to looking at take off times.

Danielle studied it as well. There was another flight set to leave in two hours. Hopefully this one could be the one.

"Should we try it?" Dave asked.

Danielle nodded and said, "We have to. We have to be back in New York as quickly as possible."

Dave nodded and the two of them began moving towards the gate.

"So how urgent is this? What can Blowhole even do?" Dave asked as they walked hiding from the people that crowded the terminal.

Danielle sighed and said, "A few years ago, he came up with a plan to utilize airship travel as a more proper weapon system over the kind used in the first world war. They run on helium and use titanium plating. Don't ask me where he got all the titanium from. Also the canvas on the airships themselves are made from high impact kevlar. Really hardcore stuff. I recall from the design of the ships themselves, they were retrofitted to carry weapons and men. These weapons included guided missiles. If he were to unleash them on New York, the city would be devastated in the first few minutes."

Dave let out a low whistle and said, "Wow. That's a terrorists wet dream come true. But why attack all of New York itself? What does he have to gain from that?"

"Fear. What else would you get from that? There are two ways to gain respect in this world. Through compassion and through fear. And do you expect him to use compassion to gain respect?" Danielle explained.

Dave shook his head and said, "No I don't."

"That's why we need to get back to New York as quickly as we can," Danielle said.

"Agreed."

They reached the gate to the plane that was heading off to New York. They sat underneath the bench closest to the entrance to the gangway that led to the plane. They knew that they'd have to wait for the plane to vacate and start boarding before they could have a chance to get on board. Danielle looked out at the people who were waiting for the flight and she sighed and shook her head.

"These people. They have no idea what they're going in to," Danielle said and sat back down next to Dave.

(Penguin HQ 5 PM Eastern time)

The guys were sitting around their dinner table playing cards. Though none of them were really paying attention to the game. They were actually more focused on a few surveillance videos to make sure nothing suspicious was going on. Instead all that they had were a few couples doing inappropriate things that no one should ever do in a public park. The only one who seemed to enjoy looking at the videos was Rico and each time he chuckled, he would receive a slap from Skipper to get him to pay attention to what he was supposed to be looking for.

"Are they still going at it Kowalski?" Skipper asked.

Kowalski took another glance at the video, grimaced, and said, "Yep. I never realized humans could keep going for that long."

Skipper groaned and said, "What is up with today's kids? Whatever happened to getting married first?"

"Actually Skipper this is something that humans have been doing for centuries. It's not something that has been just going in recent years. That's the way of the human heart SKipper," Kowalski explained.

At this point, Rico began gagging and hacking.

"Oh good going Kowalski. You activated Rico's love gag reflex," Skipper scolded.

Kowalski patted on Rico's back and Rico began calming down.

"Okay I'm good," Rico grunted.

Rico looked back at the monitor again and chuckled. Only to receive a smack from Skipper.

"Sorry," Rico grunted and he went back to playing cards.

"What do you suppose Blowhole is going to do when he get's here Skippa?" Private asked.

Skipper shrugged and said, "Most likely try to kill us, the zoo, and everyone in the zoo. Then he may try to enslave the rest of the city. After all what else could he do?"

"Well if he has an armada at the ready you'd think that there'd be more to it," Private said.

Skipper laughed and said, "All the more reason to believe that he want's to enslave the city. He could do a lot of damage with a city under his control."

Private nodded and said, "True. But I can't but feel that-"

"Don't worry about it Private. We'll cross the bridge when it gets here. Now it's your turn to deal," Skipper said.

Private nodded and took the deck of cards to shuffle it.

So things are starting to add up and now we have an idea as to what Blowhole has to gain and just how powerful he is. Now just how much he'll do is yet to be decided. But we'll know soon enough.

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