Disclaimers: I do not own The Penguins of Madagascar

Author's Notes: 2 chapters in one day? Is she mad? Maybe but I wanted to make up for the long absences this story has been getting since the beginning. Please let me know what you think so far. Any helpful tips to make the story better is always appreciated. Enjoy and please review.

(Back with Blowhole…)

"A penguin?" The bottlenose dolphin was surprised by Red One's report and rightfully so. Penguins were cute and cuddly, harmless creatures, often referred to as the 'Snow clowns' of the Artic.

"That's what they said boss." Fred answered.

"Unbelievable." Blowhole looks intrigued however, despite his claim. He knew he felt something special about this unknown freelancer, but a penguin? He must be a very exceptional one indeed, no way was Northwind going to send a lazy ball of fluff and feathers. This penguin had to go beyond what was expected of the average agent in order to catch the attention of Northwind. "Did you find anything on a penguin agent in Northwind's data banks?"

"No." Fred answered, and it was true, he had used the backdoor created by their mole to hack into the Northwind servers, but the only thing about Penguins was an operation involving some Crazy octopus by the name Dave who tried to turn the whole penguin race into monsters. However, no penguin agents were mentioned.

"She could have erased it." Fred spoke again. "There is evidence of some recently deleted files. I can have them reconstructed, but it will take some time."

"Do that." Blowhole ordered. "In the meantime I will educate myself on this…Skipper you speak of." At the moment the Lobsters were setting up a large plasma screen before him. Blowhole had just recently completed his latest invention a state of the art spy tech known as Lookie-loo Technology that when activated should allow him to spy on a number of his enemies with the aid of the humans own satellites. He hadn't tested it yet, but this seemed as a good time as ever.

The screen is static for a moment longer before a crisp image of a puffin agent can be seen. He is leading two individuals down the darken city streets of Denmark. The one to his right was some overweighed pet rabbit, and the other was a rather small tuxedo penguin…

This was who Northwind had sent? He didn't look like much, but he had to be. Otherwise, why would the mole go through great lengths to hide him? Besides Northwind wouldn't have sent him if he wasn't beyond capable.

Felling completely dumbfounded, but intrigued all the same Blowhole decided to watch this new player very carefully. After all, there had never been a penguin agent before, who knew what he was capable of…

(Back with Skipper…)

The trip to the vet in question took a lot longer than Skipper would have liked. However, this could not be helped. Mr. Whiskers was a much pampered pet and largely over weight, this fact alone forced them to stop several times for the bunny to catch his breath.

Several times Skipper wondered if he should report in to Classified, but he knew they would have to stop for them to do so. Which would only take them even longer to get to their destination. Besides, Skipper was sure that they were now only moments from reaching the rogue Agent Marshal. Once the Agent was with him and the briefcase secure Skipper would have to report to Northwind for their extraction. So why waste time now when doing so could jeopardize their one chance of completing the mission?

Hans however had received a call from his superiors during one of their many stops. He had stepped away to speak where he wouldn't be heard. An act that made Skipper feel uneasy, even though he was sure it was nothing. Of course, the UPF wouldn't want a foreign agent listen in on their calls, no matter what it pertained to. Still the look on Hans face when the call ended, well the puffin looked almost troubled.

"Everything alright?" Skipper had asked hopefully. He wanted nothing more than for his new friend to chase away his fears. However, Hans did little to calm them, much to his dismay.

"Oh is nothing." Hans said. "The Boss is just angry, says I was supposed to have reported in by now."

And that was that.

Skipper knew he as being silly, sure Classified had warned him to cut ties with the puffin the moment after their initial meeting. But Hans had been a complete gentleman! Not to mention, thanks to his knowledge of the area Skipper had been able to move throughout the city with ease. An advantage the enemy may not have. Hans could be the only reason why Skipper gets there in time to save Marshal before the information can fall into the wrong hands.

Still, Skipper could feel the new strain on this temporary partnership, and his gut was telling him that Hans could no longer be trusted. The commando penguin shoved the thought aside as building known as Dyreklinik came into view. The pet store/vet was mostly dark with only one light on.

"Must be a tech in charge of taking care of the overnight visitors." Skipper muttered.

"A night guard." Mr. Whiskers answered. "A lot of celebrity's pets have been known for overnighters. You won't believe how many people will kidnap a pet for an easy buck."

Skipper could believe it, mostly because he knew humans were desperate enough to do just about anything. He looks thoughtful as he scans the building, mostly Kowalski came up with options for him when it came to infiltrating a building. However, he saw a quick solution, one he and his team had used plenty of times. "It looks like the building has a basement." Skipper said out loud gesturing to the glass windows along the bottom of the building.

"Most likely where they store merchandise for the store and equipment for the vets." Hans said thoughtfully.

"They're too small for a human to slip though." Skipper reasoned.

"So?" Mr. Whiskers wasn't getting it.

"So what are the chances they care to lock them?" Skipper reasoned.

"Worth a try my friend." Hans still looks troubled by something, but doesn't give Skipper a chance to ask before he takes charge. "I'll taker point, follow me, and do your best to keep up."

"You heard him." Mr. Whiskers piped up to Skipper as Hans moved stealthy towards the building.

"He was talking to you." Skipper snapped. This rabbit was getting on his last nerve.

"Why I never." Mr. Whiskers began.

"Obviously." Skipper pointed out. With a huff the bunny hopped after Hans allowing Skipper to bring up the rear. He took notice of their surroundings as he did so, he had the gut feeling he usually got when he was being watched. However, no shadows stood out to him as being any sort of spy waiting to take them out.

Skipper shook off the paranoia once more as he met Hans at the windows. They began to check each one that lined the building unfortunately, time and time again they were locked.

"So much for your plan." Mr. Whiskers scoffed. He wasn't sure why the bunny suddenly had it out for him, but skipper was sure his too slow joke moments before was partly to blame.

"It was a good plan." Hans tried to reassure him as Skipper checked the last window halfheartedly.

Skipper smiled as it opened with ease. "You mean it is a good plan." He said with a smirk.

"Bravo my friend." Hans gave him an approving smile, and Skipper couldn't help the pride that filled him. Hans was this agent who saved the world on a number of occasions, and it felt good to be noticed by someone so well-versed in the field. Skipper held the window open allowing Hans and Mr. Whiskers to slip through before he followed after.

It was a long drop to the floor below, luckily they were able to climb a stack of boxes down.

Alright we are the basement level." Hans said the obvious. He turned to Mr. Whiskers. "You know where they keep the animals during overnight visits, yes?"

Mr. Whiskers nodded. "The kennels are on the second floor at the end of the hall."

"East or West side?" Skipper asked the obvious question.

"Not sure." Mr. Whiskers shrugs. "Does it matter, how many kennels can this place have?"

"Three." Hans answered as he looked at a Map posted along the wall by the basement stairs. The map showed the three kennels, but only two were on the second floor.

"One on the east, the other the west." Skipper said answering his own question from earlier. "We should split up and each take a stair case leading to either Kennel. It will save time."

Hans looks uneasy, as if the idea about splitting up doesn't appeal to him. Again Skipper's gut warns him of trouble, but he ignores it. Skipper was a foreigner after all, and while he and Hans may have hit it off; the UPF may not trust him to be alone in their country.

However, moments latter Hans shakes it off and agrees. "Yes this is faster, I will take the West and you will go East."

"And Mr. Whiskers?" Skipper asked hopefully.

"I prefer to go with him." The bunny gestured to Hans.

Hans gave Skipper an apologetic look, but Skipper was beaming. He very much like the idea of being rid of the stuck up pet.

"Good luck." He told Hans jokingly as they took to the basement stairs. "You're going to need it."

Hans chuckled full heartedly, whatever was troubling him, was forgotten for the moment. The three ascended the stairs to the main floor, stepping out of the stairwell slowly. Luckily, the night watchman was nowhere to be seen.

Directly in front of them was another staircase leading to the second floor's east wing kennel.

"Guess this is me." Skipper said looking up.

"We'll see you up there." Hans promised as they turned down the hall to the right towards the stairs that would no doubt be waiting for them further down the hall. His words sound almost hallow, and again Skipper gets a sickening felling in his gut.

"It's nothing." He whispered to himself as he starts up the stairs. It's slow going thanks to his size, and the fact that he was still carrying around the silly umbrella. He actually debates whether or not he should just leave it on the stairs, but abandons the idea just as quickly. He can't help but feel like Marshal was trying to reach out to Northwind when he was on camera. He wanted to get caught, he wanted to be rescued, which meant someone was after him.

He was sure of it, there was an enemy closing in and when they showed their ugly head this umbrella was all he had. Moving faster at the thought Skipper soon made it to the second floor landing and entered the hall. It was dark with only a faint light from the streets below pouring in through the windows. The kennel was just a few feet in front of him and with a little force he was able to open the heavy door just enough to squeeze through.

Several dogs barked at his arrival and Skipper froze as a voice was heard.

"Hey you quiet on down in there!" The door swings open behind him as the night watchman comes in shinning his flashlight. He sees Skipper and gasped. "What the-"

Skipper movers as fast as a bolt of lightning, jumping up from the ground and kicking the man square in the face. He's out cold before he hits the ground and just like that the dogs stop barking.

"Wow you're a spirited little fella aren't ya?" A pit snickered as he waddled by. "You lost?"

"No I'm looking for a bunny, American accent goes by Marshal." Skipper answered honestly.

"Not a step closer." A trembling voice spoke.

Skipper turns to see the rabbit in question, he's shaking in fear. "Look no harm is gonna come to you." He promised as he slowly approached.

"Look if you come closer this nano bombs in my blood will blow this whole place sky high-" He stops as he realizes something. "Hey wait you're not a Northwind agent."

"No I'm of friend, Alpha team sent me to extract you." Skipper assured him. He approaches the Kennel, with no lock the door opens with a simple pull of a latch. "I'm here to take you home, once were back at HQ we can sort this whole mess out." He gestures for Marshal to follow him out.

Marshal shakes his head. "I can't go back." He looks fearful.

Skipper tries to reassure him the best he can. "Look we saw the video feed, we know you wanted to get caught. The information still hasn't fallen in wrong hands. We can fix this, but I need you to trust me."

"I'm a ticking time bomb." Marshal warned. "The moment I'm within 100 feet of an Agent I'll blow."

Suddenly the reason why Marshal wouldn't let himself be taken in was understood. He was trying to keep his fellow agents safe.

"I have a communicator." Skipper assured him. "I'll radio in and let them know. Maybe Short Fuse can walk me threw on how to deactivate it, or negate the effects." He wasn't sure if this was possible, but he had to say something to get Marshal to follow him out of here and to pick-up location.

Marshal still looks scared, but reluctantly leaves the kennel.

"Where's the brief case?" Skipper asked as he just now realized it's absence.

"I had to stash it, too suspicious having a pet carry around briefcase." He reveals. "But don't worry it's under the Prime Mister's Desk at the capitol building."

Suddenly a shot rings out, it's so loud that it sends Skipper's earholes ringing. He falls to his knees stunned as marshal's eye glaze over. He falls forward and Skipper sees a hole in his back, and as blood begins to pool around him Skipper understands.

The rogue Northwind Agent has been shot.

He turns in the direction of his attacker and his own blood runs cold.

Hans in standing in the open door way, the Night watchman's gun in his steady wings.

"Hans…" His voice doesn't sound like his own. "Why…?"

"I'm sorry old chum." Hans face looks sinister, and anything but sorry. "I really am. I truly wanted to be the best of pals, but orders are orders…you understand."

But that was just it, even though his gut had told him that sticking to Hans was a bad idea, he didn't understand at all. He was completely floored, they were supposed to be on the same side here.

Hans levels the gun at Skipper, pointing at his chest.

"What you gonna kill me now too?" Skipper asked, trying to buy some time, his brain was working at a snail's pace. "What did you kill Mr. Whiskers too?"

"No I locked him up in a Kennel down the hall." Hans said looking insulted. "You think I would be stupid enough to kill the Prime Minister's most beloved pet?"

"It doesn't have to be this way Hans." Skipper reached for his umbrella, if he could just open it in time.

"You're right." Hans seemed to agree. "Join me Skipper, together we can reach new heights than ever before. We don't need Northwind or the UPF. We can Chart our own course together." Hans looks hopeful. "What do you say?"

"Never!" Skipper growled, hatred and pure loathing began to form in his gut, within his very soul for the fiend before him.

"Then I am afraid this is the end my friend." Hans spoke coldly and then fired several shots.

Skipper opened up the umbrella and pointed it out in front of him protectively. It's bullet proof fabric shielded him from the fray, but he was still trapped in a room with the only exit blocked by his betrayer.

The gun is emptied, and Hans drops in with a huff. "Give it up Skipper, there is nowhere else to go."

Not true there was one way. Skipper turned and ran before jumping up on a desk and shooting himself out a window. Glass shattered to the floor as Hans took chase, but by the time he reached the broken window, the penguin known as Skipper was gone…

(Back with Blowhole…)

He had to admit, that Skipper was more capable then any agent he had ever known. Still, own henchman was already several steps ahead of him and the Puffin. "Red One retrieval the briefcase and leave a decoy in its place. By the time they realize the truth we'll be long gone."

"Copy that boss." Fred's voice came over the Comms Hub at the Subs controls.

Dr. Blowhole watched as Hans reached for his own communicator. "And Hurry Red One you don't have much of a head start."

-To Be Continued