Skipper's Log
I haven't reported for a while as we've been so busy. When not digging in the tunnel, or on watch duty for the people, I've been intensifying the training sessions. This mission could be deadly and I need everyone to be at their best. This is the real thing and no matter how I prepare them it may come as a shock. Nothing can prepare you for the intensity of battle.
Kowalski and Rico have the advantage of experience… if not of battle, at least the world… but I worry about how this might affect young Private. I want to get him home safe and sound… in body and mind. But he's young and adaptable… and we'll all look out for him.
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It won't be long now. The only good thing about that annoying lion is that he distracts prying eyes. And at this stage we're too close to risk discovery. I can feel the tension in the team. Kowalski broke our last shovel and I had to send Rico on a last minute litter patrol.
We'll have to be prepared to leave at any time. Kowalski calculated how long we should have until the people discover we're gone. We should be well on our way to Antarctica before they have a clue. The next time I record an entry I should be on a long boat ride heading for the wild!
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Something went wrong. I'm trying to piece together what happened and where I am. All I know for certain right now is I'm trapped in a crate with the others. Only Rico is awake. Fortunately he was carrying my recorder.
I wonder if the delay with our monochromatic friend caused this? Kowalski hypothesised that the tunnel curved, causing us to miss our destination. Luckily we could still break through to the sewer so he was able to hypothesis on the way to Grand Central station rather than back at the HQ
But the people realised faster than we expected. Someone must have ratted us out… and I'd place my money on that prancing lion. We played it cute and cuddly… and I'm convinced we could have gotten away with it… if only that overgrown kitty hadn't gotten involved.
Creamed mackerel! I remember now! They shot us with flying needles! Nothing good ever comes from needles!
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Hoover Dam! We're on our way! This mission hasn't gone exactly to plan… but we turned it around. Quite literally.
We had trouble deciphering the code used on our crate but the lower mammal opposite knew it. We were heading to Africa. No dice! Luckily Rico only needed minor prompting to know what had to be done. I have to wonder where he learnt to pick a lock like that.
I know where they learnt to knock out people like that. Getting into the control station was easy. However the sudden change of plan threw us off balance. The pressure seemed to get to Private quickly. I knew he didn't know the codes. He was meant to work them out! Perhaps I shouldn't have slapped him so hard but we were in a situation and I needed him focused.
Even Kowalski seemed flustered. I know he can read a map! But on our first 'real' mission, when things already looked like they might have gone wrong, I should have expected panics. Even I felt the pressure with the hostage making so much noise. Luckily Rico shut him up and Private broke the code. Good lad.
Antarctica here we come.