Private nervously shifted from foot as he gathered the courage to tell his Grandpa about his plots concerning his Mum. He knew it was a risk but he needed an adults help and it wasn't as if he could tell his Mum, she would put a stop to his plans in an instant and it didn't help that she was one of his targets.
"Grandpa?"
The older man's owl-like eyes pierced him with the fierce intensity Private had grown to seek comfort in.
"Yes, Private?"
"I need your help, but you can't tell Mum." Private spoke sounding more confident then he felt. The Count arched a silver eyebrow, "That all depends on what you ask." As Private began to tell out his plan the Count slowly gained a predatory grin. "Alright, I'm in, but we're going to need the help of one more person." Private gave his Grandfather a confused look, "Who?" The Count smirked.
"My Arch Nenemis when I was Penguin Enemy Number One: Super Secret Agent Dylan."
Super Secret Agent Dylan stared in open disbelief at the two people in front of him as if they had grown two heads. "I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you right." The Count's smirk never fade as he repeated himself.
"I need your help."