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Chapter 2

"Feet!" Is the first thing he hears when Private comes into the Central Zoo Intel. It was called this for two reasons: One, their base was under Central Park in New York. Two, it was also near the Central Park Zoo, so ergo the whole name. The base was at these ten feet below sea level. It was a long elevator ride…

A seven year old, hyperactive, and big eyed little boy hugged at the man's feet in front of him. The man gave an annoyed look to the small child, "Mort! How many times do I have to tell you? No touching da royal feet!" He practically spat into the child's face.

Mort , the child, look shyly away, "The feet are just so feet…" Private almost smile, but he was so use to this. This was home to him, but it was beginning to feel like a prison. Was that bad to think, or even admit? Mort saw him watching, and waved, "Hello, nice-y Penguin."

Each team was required to have an animal codename, once again there goes the whole name thing. Private, Skipper, Kowalski, and Rico all choose to go with penguins. There was just something more than cute, and cuddly about them. It seems to fit them.

Mort was not a Penguin, but was a Lemur with Julian, and Maurice. The only reason Mort was even an agent was, because he was an asset to King Julian, at least that's what Maurice had said. Private didn't see how he was an asset more like Julian's kicking bag. He also didn't see why they got to be agents.

You see technically, the Lemurs weren't even supposed to be agents. They found out about the agency, because the Penguins blew their cover. So the only way for Julian to keep his mouth shut was for him, and the other Lemurs to get to become agents. It was considered blackmail to the Penguins, but Julian said it was democracy. You could say Julian new to America.

Private tried not to get any attention from the other agents, but some stared as he kept walking. They must have heard shouting from Skipper's office. Private kept his head down he reminded himself not to shout for there was thin walls. Private found his way to his room in one of the various hallways. It was always unlock. Private wasn't as paranoid as Skipper was with things, but this time Private lock the door behind him.

His room was probably one of the most colorful ones, considering that everything was so gray, and dull here. Private's room was a shade of the ocean. The walls might have been cement, but he just painted over the smoky colored paint. His bed was slid to the left side of the room, and his cover was snow white. There above the bed was a shelf of books that Uncle Nigel and Kowalski had given him. There also was a desk if Private needed it for homework, Kowalski homeschooled Private. Then there was a little closet just enough for Private's clothes.

Private started to pace, and run his hands through his curly black hair. For once in his life he felt like punching something hard enough for it to shatter. Private grab the nearest pillow, and scream. He slid down the door, and muffled one more scream. He collapsed his head back to think, and then it hit him.

If his parents were, or was agents they would have a file about it. It would be stored in the classified files though, he just knew it. Skipper would have been the one to place them there, so he couldn't get to them. Little did Skipper know that Private knew where he kept the classified files. Private had it memorized in the back his mind. Private smiled maybe he would find out something about his parents.

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Kowalski trudged along the halls many of the agents had left off to their own H.Q. The Penguin's H.Q. was right here in the C.Z.I. (Central Zoo Intel). Even their rooms, kitchen, and training room where here. They didn't have to go anywhere, but here.

Kowalski had trudged to a stop at Private's door. Skipper suggested that Kowalski could get him to come out. Kowalski didn't see how to, but Skipper explain that Private wouldn't understand Rico, and he would be furious at himself. Now, this is where Kowalski is at now. Kowalski turned the doorknob to the right. Locked? Kowalski now knew Private was angry. He wouldn't have locked his door if not. Kowalski knocked one time. No reply.

Kowalski lifted up his glasses, and pinch the bridge of his nose, "Private, I know you're in there. The locked door says it all." Still no reply, "Rico made sushi it's always good when he makes it. Aren't you going to eat?"

There was a pause, but an answer, "I'm not hungry…"

Kowalski rolled his eyes that wasn't the logical answer, "Private I know your mad at Skipper, but he's doing it for your-"

He was cut off by Private's sharp voice, "I don't want to hear it right now, K'walski."

Kowalski sighed. The little guy was pretty mad about the whole situation. He could understand, but it wasn't his job to tell him about his parents. Deep inside Kowalski wanted to tell him every detail about them, but Skipper would have his head, "Well, do eat sometime, promise?" He asked Private, "Private?"

He could vaguely hear his cracked voice, "Promise…"

Kowalski had a déjà vu moment. He had heard Private's voice like that before, but when? He couldn't place his finger on it, but hopefully he would eventually. Kowalski turned on his heels, and started to go through his memories one, by one.

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He pressed another password, no go. It was locked, where was Rico when you needed dynamite? Oh, that's right he was sleeping away with the others, Private thought bitterly. Of course, the door had to be locked. It took him five minutes to clear out the way to find the door. Skipper had placed the classified files in the storage room. It was a brilliant idea, but why did it have to be so hard to get to, or to unlock. Private had tried every password there was for Skipper he even tried, Marlene.

Why weren't any of them working? Then a light bulb came unto his curly head. The placed were Skipper hid the files was a smart move. Smart? Brilliant? This had Kowalski written all over it, and Private already knew the password for it too. Doris. Private clicked the letters in the door unlocked. Oh, K'walski, you really should get another password, thought Private, as he smirked.

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