A/N: I'm back! *silence* Okay let's just head to it.
The Last Bow
Chapter 2
.: Millitary Intelligence, Section Penguin Headquarter, Thames River, London, England :.
The penguin walks down the ladder in a hurry. A book and a file are wrapped safely in her flippers. Other agents who passed by are suspicious, mainly of where she's headed, which is Nigel's office. She've only worked in MIP for three days but Nigel already appointed her on a mission. And she's just plain mysterious. She rarely talks, and never seem to show any emotion.
She passed Colonel McGinty and his underlings and got a cold stare from him. But Rosie doesn't care. The duty must be done now. So after giving a salute to the old colonel, Rosie left the room quickly.
Colonel McGinty never likes her, though Nigel had appointed him in telling her everything she needs to know about the operations and the H.Q. McGinty feels there's something weird about Roseanne. Besides that she refuses to speak English when she was recruited, she writes some kind of codes in a thick book. McGinty and the others had asked her what it is, but she only said that it's a diary that was given by an old friend.
Although she seems mysterious, she has shown a great potential. She has a good training exercise record, and her quietness makes Nigel likes her even more. She just came back from a spying mission in Berlin and seems to have something important to tell Nigel.
Rosie stopped in front of the brown wooden door she was looking for and knocked. She swear a leader like Nigel could've got something better than a wooden door, but that guy is a bit crazy, so she shrugged off the thought.
Nigel was reading the tiny red book once again when he heard knockings on his door. Nigel directly gives permission to enter.
The door is now opened and reveals a penguin. She wears a green belt with her knife in it and she's holding a book and a file. Rosie saluted at Nigel before finally he starts the conversation.
"So, Rosie, how was your trip to Berlin?"
"It was a nice flight, though the snacks are horrible. Penguins aren't made to fly, even in metal birds."
Nigel smiled slightly in amusement. He rises from his chair and stares at her eyes as if he's trying to read her. "So, is our target in Berlin?" Nigel seemed anxious to know the answer but Rosie shakes her head, and all he saw in her eyes are the truth.
"No, Sir. Target is not in Berlin." Nigel let all of his burdens and disappointments push him back to his chair, followed by a sigh. "We still have eight countries to check, Sir," Rosie added.
"And what about the other evidences?" Rosie shook her head again. "Still no clue."
Rosie expected him to scream, hit the table, trash his office or anything of sorts, but the man just leans back on his chair and finishes his cup of tea while smiling all the way. It's kind of creepy for a gentleman who's supposed to be angry.
Rosie didn't know that the angry genie is just waiting for the right moment to come out of the magic lamp. And apparently, the right moment is after he finished his tea. "I have waited for ten years to bring them to justice, Agent Roseanne," he said, creepily patient. But suddenly the timer finished counting down and the bomb exploded. "Do I look like someone who can wait any longer?! None of my agents had made it to retrieve any single one of the two evidences, and now you fail me too?! Life isn't fair, sweetheart, but I can be meaner!" Nigel looks horrible. All those anger boiling inside him is starting to swallow every part of him. His left eye is twitching crazily creepy; layers of wrinkles covered his forehead; his flipper is holding tight to the edge of his table while the other one is raised, ready to slap Rosie–but he didn't, since he's such a gentleman.
Nigel stood like that for the next ten seconds, staring down angrily at Rosie while she doesn't reply him with anything, not even the slightest change of expression. Even at that moment Nigel is secretly proud of her, although still angry.
Then, Rosie speaks. "With all due respect, Sir, I don't think this is justice." Nigel turns confused. "I think it's more of a ... " She paused, glancing at the picture on Nigel's desk. Eventually Nigel followed her gaze too. The truth almost made him cry. " ... personal revenge," Rosie finished.
"So?" Nigel snapped. "My sister and nephew deserves justice and the truth. I would do anything for them and my ex-commanding officer. You know, Rosie, if you were here a couple of decades back then you would feel the same way I do–the same way this organization feels about him."
Rosie didn't reply. Instead, she turns to her side, making sure that the file is still in her flipper. "Anyway, Sir, I do have intel about the flash disk. There are only two persons who had ever breach the code."
Suddenly Nigel's eyes lit up with interest again. Go on, bite the bait, Rosie thought. "They are the creator," Nigel suddenly smiles in victorious as Rosie throws the file she brought to Nigel's desk. "And one of Nana's agent."
Nigel only took a glimpse of the file, already trusting his new agent on what's inside. His mind is clouded with victory shouts, and with a single press on a button, Colonel McGinty and his underlings came rushing through the doors. The old colonel couldn't believe his own eyes when he saw the file Nigel was showing off, and as if he can read the colonel's mind, Nigel nodded at Rosie to give him hints.
Those hints almost gave him a heart attack.
Private's POV
I was back from the park after a snow cone mission when I saw Skipper turning on the video transmitter. He looks busy so I decided to peek from the hatch instead. Kowalski just set it up a few months ago. I don't actually understand what it's for, because Skipper always manages to have things under control. We never need help from the central H.Q. But lately Skipper had set more security system, he asked Kowalski to modify the submarine for higher level of combat, and even there are flamethrowers in the bathroom. Although Skipper said that it's for emergency supplies, I still don't think he could get that paranoid. But now that I thought of it, maybe I don't even know him that well.
Lately, Skipper, Kowalski, and Rico always went to secret trio missions and come back late. Kowalski seems tired of all these 'games', I suppose, and Skipper wouldn't stop cursing. And it's not only the missions they're talking about but they talked about me too. I admit they have been pretty amazed by my new progress but it's not too much out of the ordinary. I have to admit too that they've been kind of... weird. Practice becomes harder for them even for Skipper. But it's not like they're aging so soon, right?
Well, Mother always said, 'if it wasn't physical, then it's mental.'
Nobody's POV
Private decided to just sit down, peek, and eavesdrop. It wasn't actually his path of life, but the way the guys had been acting is really like a curiosity magnet to him. Unfortunately Skipper had noticed him without even turning to look.
"There you are Private. Put the cones down and close the hatch. I got something important to tell you." Private nodded and went down the ladder, not forgetting to tightly close the hatch. When Private waddled toward his leader, the TV screen suddenly lit up, showing a gray blurry image of the other transmitter. "Kowalski, are you there?" Skipper taps the TV screen a few times before Kowalski's face appears on the screen with Rico sitting next to him. It was still a bit blurry and their voices sound messy, but after a few seconds and more screen tapping, the video is finally colorful and clear.
Private saw something like buttons around the room, and he noticed that Kowalski is holding a flight yoke, and Rico is sitting next to him with his body chained tightly. Well, that's definitely not our plane, he thought. "Roger, Skipper. I got a little problem but it's already under control," he said, referring to Rico. The guy was struggling and yelling every now and then, even coughed up a bomb that blow up instantly. Luckily when he does that, he realized that this cockpit is 'bomb-proof'. "Take that Rico!" yelled Kowalski.
"Can bomb-proof cockpits really exist?" asked their last in command.
Skipper then put his flippers on his hips, giving Private the 'aww-our-little-boy-is-curious-he-grow-up-so-fast' face. "Private, of course bomb-proof cockpit can exist! Thanks to a certain crazed up old lady, that is," lastly, he added a wink and turns back to Kowalski. "So, Kowalski, any news?"
"Well, first of all, we lost the flash disk because Kugy can't manage to make sure that it was sent to the H. Q. safely. I knew she would make a mistake at some point!" Skipper rolled his eyes at the last sentence. "But we know who stole it: Agent Brevor Barbaros Bluebell, or, as we know him, Agent B. And guess who he works for this time."
"Yeah, I kinda figured that out while you were busy talking. Emphasis on figured and busy talking."
"How did you know?"
"I have psychic power."
Kowalski raised his eyebrow, Rico stopped struggling for a while, and Private being ... Private, says, "You're just like Princess Self-Respectra's sister!" It got him slapped across the face, not counting the bonus when Rico smirked.
"No, I don't have psychic power. And if I do, it would be classified. Actually Rico told me. While you're busy talking," Kowalski growled while Rico smirked again. The two started glaring at each other, and almost knocked down the plane when Kowalski accidentally stepped on the rudder.
"Oh, and we're coming to pick you up," Kowalski added, still trying to slap the smirk off of Rico's face.
"Why?" asked Private, a bit confused of the whole situation.
"Because of us," another British accent joined the conversation. Skipper and Private quickly took their fighting stances, but it was useless because of the sleeping gas bomb that Colonel McGinty threw at them. The two fainted on the spot, and was quickly carried away.
"On my mark, boys," said McGinty. And I think he purposely leave the transmitter on. "One ... Two ..."
In the cockpit, suddenly Rico smelled something burning. But it was too late to run away.
Colonel McGinty smiled at their scared faces on the TV screen. He just loves looking at the faces of his target before blowing them up.
"Three."
A/N: Okay, that's a wrap for chapter four! And I'm sorry for putting this fic on a long hiatus (a year to be exact), I really am. I just lost my track and needed time to fix some of the plots.
Consider this as a Christmas gift. Are we good now? *grins helplessly childish*
Rosie is not my OC, she'skndpomsprosie's OC. Thanks for letting me borrow her, kndpomsprosie! I'm sorry it took me so long to update. I'm really really sorry!
Anyway, if there're some grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and tell me so I can fix 'em. Also, sorry for the terrible attempts of humor.
So ... RnR?
Merry Christmas everyone! And thanks for reading!
