THE PRISON

CHAPTER 10 : Den Improvisation

Buck opened his eyes slowly – half of him still wanted to sleep, as his body felt very sore. He remembered about the last fight pretty well. Despite being bothered a lot by the effect of tranquilizer bullet that hit his flipper, he was still able to take down and break 8 or 9 of them - though, he had to receive many hits, punches, and kicks on his body as well. Also, finally, the bullet made its effect fully control his body, and he fell into slumber. But he still proud of that fight – it took around 30 crabs to take him down, while years passed had increased his age and decreased his agility, and he was under effect of tranquilizer bullet. His endurance was still high, huh?

Also, Special Agent Buck Rockgut was very relieved that Skipper's team had escaped safely, as he made those crabs busy to buy them some time.

"Wake up yet, soldier?"

Buck looked up. There was this puffin, standing on the corner of the room. Based on his looks, it was a puffin that Brian ever told him before. Known as Carl, Blowhole's right hand in this country. Buck remained silent.

"Something that you need to know, all the trainings you've ever experienced to endure tortures and keep information away from the enemy, are useless. My interrogation technique is... something more exclusive. You know," Carl trailed off. "Even the so-called best Captain ever has been broken. He was hard to break, though, but finally he let go all the things he knows to us. His appearance now, is, ummmm... Let me think what word describes him the best... Ah, yeah. Ultimately-miserable."

Buck rolled his eyes. He ever got caught several times before, but this one was really boring. Old tricks, telling stupid things and trying to break the emotion control of the target. Funny. He knew Skipper more than anyone else – except his team, of course. He can't be broke, at least that easy.

But this Carl turned around, back to his business with anything there on the table.

"Now he is somewhere in this building, in a cell, with someone that I'm sure you also know pretty well. Maybe they are now teammates again already. The big enemy, traitor of your country." said Carl again. He took several papers and threw them to Buck.

Buck's eyes widened. They were photos of Skipper and Hans, locked in a cell. In the pics, they looked close.

"If a soldier teams-up with a traitor, he's considered as an enemy too, I believe?"

Shocked, but Buck stayed silent. He only watched what Carl was doing there. But that puffin's back blocked his visual to whatever Carl was doing. However, Buck thought, if the pictures are true and not from years ago when Hans still was a soldier of U.S, it is not something to bother his mind. Probably Hans, in Blowhole's side of course, along with these puffins, has manipulated the situation to make Skipper unknowingly posed like they are friends for those pictures, which are secretly taken. Or probably Hans knew nothing and caught by these puffins only to make these photos to destroy Skipper's reputation. Once again, he knew Skipper better than anyone else. He knew Skipper wouldn't unite with a traitor.

"You don't believe me, do you?" said Carl. "Then probably these records can make you believe me,"

Carl turned on a recorder. A record is soon being played, containing a conversation – not something serious, just like a conversation you make in the morning with a friend. Buck wasn't interested at all until he realized whose voices were in the record. Skipper, and - if he remembered the voice well - Hans. Then another record continued, containing comforting talks from Hans to Skipper, who probably just came out from tortures of interrogation.

"They heard very close, right? Now, you see that Skipper is now a traitor of your country?"

The recorder was turned off.

"Now, before continuing about Skipper's treachery, we need to make you talk first. I need information, you know."

Carl turned around, now wielding a solder. Light smoke was flying up from the tip of tool, showing how hot probably it was.

While in his cell, Skipper listened carefully to the sound behind the cell door.

"Are you ready?" he asked a moment later.

"Whenever you are, Captain." answered the Danish puffin.

"Let's get this over,"

"I think there's no worth of feeding them anymore," said a crab holding a bowl of fishes to his friend, both moving to the cell.

"Yeah, you're totally right. They haven't given us anything great so far. Boss will finish that penguin soon, I believe," the other crab replied.

"I think he will use them for an experiment with his diabologizer,"

They arrived at the cell door. One of them opened it. But there was no one in their sight.

"What?! How –"

As the crab got inside, a flipper caught him from the right corner of the room and immediately threw him against the wall.

"Heck!" the other crab yelled and tossed the bowl to the air. But before he could run, Skipper came out from the other corner of the room, grabbed him and threw him into the cell.

"I get the key!" Hans walked out while wielding the key.

"Lock them up." Skipper ordered.

Hans locked the cell door and hid the key in a fish on the floor. "Let's move,"

They both slid away through the corridor. When they came to a crossroad, they heard footsteps echoing.

"This way!" Hans whispered. Skipper followed him to the right.

After a while, they arrived to the security room. Hans opened the door and Skipper quickly jumped in.

There were three officers; two crabs and one puffin, all shocked by the sudden attack. Skipper decided to hit he puffin first, he punched his neck before the enemies could do anything. As the puffin fell, Skipper dodged a blow from a crab and quickly made counter-attack by kicked his face, followed by two strikes on his face again, and another kick. The crab fell unconscious.

"Danger, we –"

Before the other crab finished the report to a microphone, Hans had attacked him from behind. Shortly, that crab also fell unconscious.

Skipper looked around the room, searching for something, something important that should be provided in a security room. His heart beat very fast as he was racing in time. He must find it before anyone would join them. Unable to find what he wanted, the Captain began to search in cupboards and desks.

"I find it, Skipper,"

Skipper turned around to see Hans holding a piece of paper. Map.

"Good job, puffin," said Skipper as he grabbed the map from Hans' flipper.

"But I think we must change our plan."

"What do you mean?" Skipper stared him suspiciously.

"Look at the monitor."

Skipper turned to the main desk where there were monitors of computers. Then he saw someone in the interrogation room, while Carl was getting ready with his tools.

Buck Rockgut.

"God!" Skipper shouted. "We need to save him!"

"If you go there, the chance of us to get out from here is decreased, a lot." Hans said.

"I always able to make improvisations of my plans," said Skipper. "Now let's go."

To Be Continued

A/N : Okay, by now, I really don't mind if you want throw something big and sharp to me because of nearly 3 months without update, I understand that. I just want to apologize, from the deepest of my heart. The reason of why I 'abandoned' this story for around two months and a half is because I'm always made busy by my new high school life. I nearly had no leisure time that I can use to write something, and when I got the time, I had no mood to write anything (although I really already have the whole plot of the story in my head). Probably because I was too tired *shrugs*. Luckily, school finally has given us several days of holiday because the teachers have to do something, and thanks to my friend who asked me to continue writing (it gave my spirit back), Unknown Forgotten Friend a.k.a (his old pen-name, I believe) Private2Kowalski (you're not forgotten yet, I think? ;)).

Once again, I apologize to you all who waited so long to continue reading this story. Please review! Tell me your comments - probably they will give my mood back when I'm in writer's block. Tell me what you think about how the story is going so far. :)