Chapter 9- Commandos to the Rescue?:

Everyone stopped what they were doing, frozen. Private gasped and Rico growled.

Skipper suddenly regretted opening the hotel window as a computer monitor flew in. Skipper didn't know how though. The monitor seemed to float, glide, through the air. The monitor was black, but they knew it was Blowhole.

Kowalski banged his head on the table again, "THEY-ALWAYS-GET-THE-GOOD-STUFF!"

Suddenly, the screen turned to static, then turned black again. It made a noise, wobbled, then another thing came on the black screen. There was faint lighting, but they were able to clearly see. It was Charlie and Emma. Both were inside a cage. They looked comfortable; Charlie in her gray shorts that barely covered anything and a black tank top that was low cut and Emma in her pink sweats and top. They were both knocked cold.

Private gasped, they all did besides Rico. He growled and muttered things under his breath, very bad things that Skipper felt glad that none of the others, especially Private's naïve and innocent self, didn't understand the garble. Skipper winced then narrowed his eyes at the screen.

"Blowhole…"

Blowhole's over voice came through the speakers, "Pen-gu-ins, I have been watching you… watching closely, I have*. *cough* You blasted pen-gu-ins are going to pay! Too bad…"

The screen zoomed in on the unconscious Charlie, "…this one is very attractive…I think I'll keep her…."

Rico growled and started to utter mixed, garbled words together. All Skipper could do was plug Private's ears, since this time, all of them understood him.

"…Turn yourselves over to me…surrender…and I will let these blasted hu-mans go free…you have until tomorrow at midnight…Surrender yourselves over at Avenue Park, and no funny bu-si-ness, pe-gu-ins!"

The screen went blank and it flew out the window…

"Finally." Blowhole said as he spun around on his scooter. He may not need it, but it was a habit. He despised being in the human body, but he needed it. He had a plan, after all.

Charlie:

"Where am I," I muttered. I had just awakened to find myself in a cage. It was kind of large, but small in a way too. There was barely any light so I couldn't see where I was. I saw Emma though. I wondered around in the cage to find a way out.

The cage door was smaller than the rest of the cage. I examined the lock, it was a keypad. It's been awhile since I've done one of those.

"Charlie…" Emma moaned.

I quickly went back to her.

"Emma, how many fingers am I holding up?"

"…Four?"

"Actually, it was one…this isn't good."

"But," Emma protested, "where are we?"

"A bad place."
I turned around as Emma just groaned in pain again. I saw that across from our cage was another one, but it was much smaller. Inside was a man about my age against the bars looking at us. His skin was pale and he was wearing torn up jeans, and was shirtless. I licked my lips, no…Think about Rico! Rico!

He had startling light blue-silver eyes (at least the one I could see since his hair swept over one eye) and his hair was silver, but it looked natural and good.

The man coughed.

"Sorry, my name is Delphinus Dauphin, but please call me Delph."

I smiled faintly. I think I heard a French accent in his voice, but I wasn't sure.
"Nice to meet you, Delph. I'm Charlie and that's Emma. Where are we?"

"A bad place. A man, he mentioned revenge on-"

Suddenly he was cut off by a door. Then to my confusion, there were very strong men that came wearing red shirts and red pants, and all of them were bald. They lifted the cage Delph was in. My eyes widened. I heard him screamed even after the door shut, poor guy.

Third Person:

The elite group made their way to Avenue Park. Private wasn't the happiest; he was crying earlier, but he was also determined to get Emma back. Rico was past the regret, guilty, sad stage and was downright pissed. He needed to save Charlie. She was his girlfriend, and he…Rico shook his head, Concentrate…

The group hid behind some bushes.

"Kowalski, options!"

"Well Skipper, I think we-"

He was cut off as they were hit from behind. They tried to fight back, but these men were very strong. Their men-knappers were large, bald, and wore a red shirt with red pants.

"What the-"

Skipper was finally down, as was the others.