"Private?"
"Mum?"
Private could feel his annoyance with Skipper growing with each passing day, as the older penguin made an all out effort to make Private give up being a Penguin, since it was obvious that the Commander would not relocate the British Penguin anytime soon.
Unfortunaly it didn't seem to be working.
Seem being the key word.
As each passing day, Private fount it harder and harder for him to withhold the urge to strangle Skipper and was only thanks to the training of both his Mother, Grandfather and Uncle Nigel that he had not done so as of yet.
In an attempt not to kill the older Penguin in his sleep, Private had decided he needed some fresh air and an isolated area away from Headquarters. Still when he had left that morning the last thing he had expected was to literally run into his Mother on the Park Trail.
For a solid moment, that familiar lone gold eye bore into his Sky Blue before she stood, pulling him to his feet as she did so.
A moment later both were knocked back onto the ground as Private tackled his Mother into Bone-Shattering-Hug, ingoing the several loud pops from his Mother's back when he did so.
Widow stared at the Spy before her, raising an eyebrow in slight disbelief.
He honestly expected her to willingly give away information on her Future Partner? He was either a Grade A Comedian or a complete idiot. Seeing as he was a Penguin, of all things, asking her for help...
Well either was possible but she found herself leaning towards an idiot or senile. She was a Villain an a proud one at that, she had no ties to the Spy-he was Red's Super Secret Agent, assigned solely to the Russia, not her- and therefore no reason to help the man, even if he begged.
Yet she found herself listening to the Penguin's:
Give him information to help him find Red and he would insure she didn't get the Death Penalty. Instead she would get a room in the better part of PMI6 Prison.
It was tempting, to be honest as she knew no prison could hold her for long and Red could no doubt give the Spy the slip at any time the Russian wanted. It was a Win-Win as far as Widow was concerned.
Folding her hands under her head, Widow smirked at the British Spy.
"Very well, you have yourself a deal Agent Nigel."
