Part 2

Igloo Supplies

Chapter 5

Time for Another Mission

It's Jeremiah's second day at the Agency. He opens his eyes while lying on his soft bed with white sheets and blankets. Gray walls surrounding him on all sides. There is a desk and a chair in the corner. He has had no time to customize his room as it's only his second day there. He rises to an upright position and turns his head to the boxes on the side of the room. Luckily, having infinite storage pockets means infinite space, no matter an object's size. The boxes are more for organizational purposes. He pulls aside the blanket and gets up. He goes into the bathroom and brushes his teeth. As the minty fresh breath from the toothpaste passes from his mouth, he grimaces as unlike most people, he does not like the feeling of minty fresh breath. He turns off the faucet and we zoom out of the bathroom as the sound of roaring water spraying down on something can be heard on the other side. I'm sure I don't need to elaborate what I'm talking about. The sound stops and a moment or too later, Jeremiah is changed and ready for work in a red t-shirt with white sleeves and gray sweatpants. He was never one to dress snazzily. The door opens and he walks through the gray hallway over to Head Spikey's office with only one thing on his mind, "What's today's mission?" He arrives at the office and opens the door to enter. The fluorescent lighting fills his view looking into the medium square office with walls a different shade of gray, dark gray floorboard, and multiple chairs in there. Head Spikey is already seated at the center of the office in his swivel chair. Nic is currently not in the office and his chair remains unoccupied.

Jeremiah greets, "Hello, Head Spikey."

"Hello, Agent Jeremiah," greets back Head Spikey.

"What is today's mission?" inquires Jeremiah.

"I'm pretty sure you remember yesterday's mission," comments Head Spikey.

"Yes. I remember."

"It's related to that mission. May I direct your attention to the screen?"

"There's a screen in here?"

"Yes. I'll show you it now."

A screen suddenly appeared. On the screen there was a Club Penguin habitat under construction with much scaffolding as far as the eye can see with many penguins working on the infrastructure. While there seems to be no humans in sight, it could be inferred that there might be some off-screen.

"You're building a Club Penguin habitat?" inquires Jeremiah surprised.

"Yes, we are. We need some supplies for igloos. Gary wanted to build a coffee shop first. You know how he is about his coffee," states Head Spikey.

"Yeah. I know," replies Jeremiah well aware of his caffeine addiction.

"Anyway, your mission is to go to Club Penguin and get the items I'm about to say. So, you better take notes."

Jeremiah pulls a notebook out of his infinite storage pocket along with a pencil.

"First, you'll need some snow from the Snow Forts. Then, you need to get some ice. Melt it. And put it in tanks. You'll need at least five tanks. I suggest getting the ice from the frozen lake. You'll also need a yellow puffle and a picture of an igloo," lists Head Spikey.

"I see. But where would I get the tanks anyway?" inquires Jeremiah.

"In the storage area of course."

"Ok. But how do you expect me to carry it?" asks Jeremiah curious how the Agency would expect such a feat from someone normally, especially since they would have no clue about his infinite storage pockets.

"I'm glad you asked. I would have Nic press a button to eject the solution, but he's getting breakfast at this moment, so I have to do it myself," states Head Spikey.

He climbs off the chair and walks over to the computer. He somehow types something on the keyboard using the little nubs on his paws and a metal box ejects itself from the computer. Head Spikey takes the box and walks while holding it with one paw towards Jeremiah and hands it over. Jeremiah takes it as Head Spikey takes his seat facing Jeremiah. He opens it up and sees a metallic silver belt with plenty of slots on it and a circular red centerpiece on the front with its buckles that are more like latches in the back.

Head Spikey explains, "That is an Agency-issued utility belt given to all agents who work here. The reason why I didn't give it to you yesterday was because you were on a trial period. I was impressed by your results, so with that along with the dangerous fact that you already seem to know classified information."

Upon mentioning that, he stares at Jeremiah intensely and menacingly causing Jeremiah to laugh nervously in response.

"I have decided to make you a full-time agent. That belt has a variety of different options such as gadgets, like a laser cutter; a grappling hook; a walkie-talkie that lets you communicate with Agent Nic; and more."

"Impressive," murmurs Jeremiah.

"Indeed, it is. I am sure that belt will come in handy many times throughout your journeys as an agent of this establishment. Now, that you have you your mission details, you better get to breakfast," says Head Spikey.

Jeremiah responds, "Ok. I'll make sure to get the tanks after breakfast."

"Ok. Bye."

"Bye."

Jeremiah opens the door with a squeak and exits to the Breakfast Café.