Just a short one, but I do believe my flow is on its way back!
Two years later, rhythm recovered and the team a well oiled machine, was when all went wrong. It hadn't even started with a mission. No, Skipper had simply gone to get snow-cones, a surprise for Private's birthday. That was when it all went to hell, when even she forgot the penguin credo, 'never swim alone'. After today, after her life was changed forever, she would live and die by the credo, enforce it at all costs, but today she made a mistake. And she went alone.
Skipper had enemies, she was a spy, after all, but she had enemies that she didn't even know about. A scientist, whom she had never even met, had his eye on her, a test to perform on her. One that would hopefully cripple her, and leave him free to move on his other plans.
And, oh, it was a doozy.
Snapping the collar on her coat up, Skipper strode down the street, navigating the path with ease, the park already in her sights. The best snow-cones were from the vendor in the park, and it wasn't even a far walk, worth it to see a smile on her youngest officer's face. Not that she'd ever show such sentimentality.
Skipper was cautious, but not unnecessarily paranoid, and so never noticed the sly hand that went to her shoulder, she did, however, feel the slight sting there, but the hand, and the needle it held, was gone by the time she reacted.
The park gates were up ahead, and she continued on to them, oblivious to the fact that she had just been injected with a does of ketamine.
She didn't make it that far before she fell.
She wasn't missed by the busy New Yorkers.
No-one noticed when the man following her scooped her up.
No-one saw when she was loaded into an unmarked van.
Her team noticed when she didn't return.