Hello boys, and girls! Sorry it took so long I have homework, other stories I work on, annnnnd my laptop froze on me! Soooooooo I'm really sorry! Thanks so much for the reviews on The Truth? Well, my aDORKable friends, I let you continue on Private's story!Tell me what ya think!

Chapter 4

It was at least two o' clock in the morning, and Private was up reading. After disabling the laser sensors he had found nothing on his parents, but he did find Uncle Nigel's file. He thought that he could find something out on his parents through the file, but yet Private still hadn't opened the file. He stared at it.

Private stared wondering if he should open it, because he was scared. Scared to find something he would wish never to see again. Maybe Skipper was right, that he wasn't ready for the truth? No, it had taken him forever just to get the file, and he was not planning on disabling those lasers again. How bad would it be? He would just have to be brave for the unbearable truth.

He slowly opened the file, and his breath seemed to stop for a millisecond. There inside was a black and white picture of Nigel in his mid-twenties dark brown hair slick back even back then. His brown eyes seemed to taunt Private his head was tilted to the side with a smirk on his face. It made picture think of Rico's own smirk when he saw an explosion. Which was often for Rico, but Private had never seen Uncle Nigel look so…Mischievous.

Private studied the first page. It gave him the basic things about his physical and mental status as an agent.

Name: Nigel Peters Saint

Blood type: AB +

Eye color: Brown.

Hair color: Brown

Height: 5'11

Weight: 120 lbs.

Ranking: Solo Agent

Class: Penguin

The list went on, and on about his status. Then the file had logs, and journals of Nigel's missions, and other agent. It was almost like a diary, but this type of diary only upper agents could read. Private smiled at some of the mission he went on, and frown at the ones he never heard his Uncle tell. Most of the missions that he never told Private were brutal. Intensely brutal in some cases it was torture as one. Private didn't think Uncle Nigel went through, so much.

It must have been four o' clock in the morning by the time Private reach new logs where Uncle Nigel started to take care of Private. He was in his fifties by now going through all his logs Private had seen many trials in his life. Each log that Private thought it was special or just funny he decided to keep instead of putting it back. In one of his logs he had mention Manfredi, and Johnson arguing while simultaneously. It read as this:

Log 1177:

Those bloody two are a sight for sore eyes. All through the mission they argue even when they were getting shot at! You can these two came from Skipper. They have strong-wills, but are always close to their deaths. Johnson even got shot in the ass, while Manfredi laughed at his stupidity. The tables turned though when Manfredi had to be the one to get the bullet out. I was the one laughing then. Manfredi was angry at forgetting that he was trained to heal gunshot wounds, Johnson was crying like a big baby, and I was laughing at both of their ridiculously ways.

Private chuckled at the way his Uncle would tell the story. It sounded like he was here in the room with him telling him it. It reminded Private when he was little sitting by the fire while Nigel would tell him of one of his grand adventures with a few of his old teammates. It was always around Christmas time when he got to hear the best of his stories, even back then Skipper, and the others would come to tell their stories too around that time. It was one of his fondest memories.

That's when Private found an important detail. The log read:

Log 2202:

I have a secret about my dear nephew Private.

I am one of the few that knows this. The Penguins are the only unit to know, and our superiors. Four years ago to this log we found a child around the age of two. Scared pale, stunning blue eyes, and the curliest hair I have ever saw in my life time. We had found a lab on fire that had exploded. The lab wasn't any we had known of. It was strange we should have had a file of this lab, but we didn't. It was completely deserted at least when we found it, or Skipper founded it. Skipper was the one to first find the boy.

In my years as an agent, I've never known anyone to have a 'gut feeling', especially when it comes to a small child's life. Of course, Skipper would have been the one to felt it. It was like he was connect to the child in the sense that he was his father, but I knew Skipper he would have told us…If this was his child in front of him. Skipper wouldn't have been that careless, or maybe he was that classified.

The child was terrified, well, terrified of Rico who had more than five sticks of dynamite stuck to his belt. The child wouldn't say a word to us, and was down in tears. We figured he might have lost his memory if he was thrown back in the explosion on impact. Skipper insisted on getting him to the H.Q. for Kowalski to fix up his burns, and wounds. The child moaned at that.

Once we headed back to headquarters, and told are superiors. While the two-year old gotten healed up by Kowalski. Who understood the situation, and nodded when we talk to each of them. Then it was there turn to speak, "This is a typical happening. You'd be surprised how many times this happens. Will put him in our system for a few weeks, and then if no one comes to get him will have to refrain to putting him in the foster care system."

Skipper crossed his arms, "The foster homes are no place for a two year old."

The superiors look at Skipper, "And just what to you propose we do then?"

Skipper sighed, and ran his hands down his face, "I mean don't you think that this kid is important! He was the only one left in that explosion do tell me that he is not valuable."

"You've made a point Skipper, but who would take care of this child?" The superiors asked him.

Skipper was silent, but then spoke, "I will. The Penguins will."

A few of our superiors whispered to one another, "He's too young to be an agent just yet, and to be honest we don't trust you with the child."

Just before Skipper yelled at all seven of them I spoke up, "I'll take care of the lad." They all turn to give me looks, "Eh, I mean I'm in retirement stage, so I would be able to take care of him until he's old enough to be taken care by the Penguins unless that is not just to you." I tried to reason with them.

They all took a moment to decide the boy's life. Each minute they took seem to be like an hour to Skipper, and I who were the only in the superior's room. Kowalski was healing up Private, and Rico didn't ever like to see the superior's office.

Finally, after it seemed hours to us the head of our superiors, Alice began to spoke, "The boy will stay with Agent Nigel, until he's at the rip age of seven. Until then you will be able to see him as you wish. You are now responsible for the child's being. You are now dismissed."

It was a relief to know that I was going to be the one to take care of him. Little did I know I would become his Uncle Nigel I'm very proud of my nephew, but I fear he will one day see to find the truth. The truth just might become a burden to his heart…That the truth will change the way Percival sees, and do's. It would change the person we made him to be…

Private stared at the end of Nigel's log, "Oh, my dear, dear, Uncle Nigel what a big thing you hid from me all these years. Now the truth is about to be shone…"

So what do you think will happen next? Do tell! XD