Chap. 12
Copper Creed lost his leverage. Her. The stupid girl. He bangs his hand on the desk. Blowhole had him now, he would be dead within minutes if Blowhole knew he lost his leverage. If he knew...Maybe he could keep it under the radar. Maybe.
He should have given that girl back to Dr. Blowhole when he found the little runt. He should have done a lot of things to the girl. More experiments. He could have found out so much more, "Mr. Creed, Patrick, is waiting for you in the meeting room." One of his assistants comes in through his office, "He says to be urgent, because he's busy." Creed nods.
Copper walked slowly thinking about what to say to Patrick Blowhole, as his assistant jabbers on about his business with the outside world, "Don't forget Mr. Creed your having you're annual banquet at the end of this month. We wouldn't want to forget to invite the doctor." She walked off with that said.
That's right, the banquet was coming up. Right on time too. He rubbed his temples this was all getting out of hand to much was going on. But it was all his fault...He punch the nearest wall, "If you wanted your hand broken you could have told me I would have done it for you." Copper stares up knowing that maniacal talk anywhere.
Dr. Patrick Blowhole stood before him with his hand behind his back. He was dressed in his business wear instead of a normal lab coat. Half of his snow white gone due to his robotic eye that cover half of the rest of his head. Creed knew not of what had happened to him, but he knew it must have been painful. "I was coming to the meeting room, Blowhole, you could have waited." Creed stiffened his compose towards the man.
"I'm impatient." He snapped, "You and both know why I came here, and it defiantly not about business. It's about a life, or death matter."
"She's training." Creed lied through his teeth, "Blowhole, I told you once I finish my project, you may have her back, but I'm not finished am I?" He sneered, he felt weak stomached if Blowhole knew she had escaped...He would be under six feet deep, "If you want her alive then keep out of my business!"
"Your business is my daughter!" He spat out, "Creed, you of all people know who I am, and what I can do!"
"But you've been caught in your act, I, on the other hand have not. Every one knows, Patrick, what you are now, and what you Know your tricks! But no one know what I can do. No one know my tricks." Creed laughs at Blowhole's misery.
Creed could tell Blowhole wanted his daughter back so bad. And Creed lost her...He knew he should have put a tracker on her. Why did Blowhole want her back so bad? He was a villain for God's sake! Couldn't he careless about her? It would have made his life so much better if he did...
So. Much. Better.
Blowhole narrows his eyes, "You'll never succeed with your project. Like I told you before it impossible."
"It's the technology that's impossible, and finding the right subjects."
"And you pick my daughter?"
"Did it get me where I am today?" Blowhole growled, "I'll take that as a, yes."
"I'm telling you it's impossible to create such things as this, its not all about the technology, but also the serum that effects the mental, and physical state." Blowhole argues back, he just wanted his daughter back into his arms to tell her sorry...
Copper Creed smirks at this, "The serum is developed already, and as for the state of a person that's why I trained her so the serum could adapted into her bloodstream." All the experiments were worth something. Maybe he didn't need the brat, because he had the serum finished he needed to see it work.
"Wait, you've already made the serum, and injected it into my only daughter?" If looks could kill Creed would be dead. Blowhole looked enrage, "I want to see her Creed!" Blowhole walk slowly towards him in a dangerously fashion. Patrick seized his neck craning it to were it could brake into two.
"It was a small dosage, Blowhole! I've done it with others! It won't hurt her!"
"Like hell it won't! You don't even know if it will work! Creed I'm tried of playing games! Give. Me. My. Daughter." His face with beet red, Creed thought he saw smoke coming out of his ears.
"Okay! I'll make you a deal, Blowhole!" Maybe Creed could sneak his skin out of this one, "I'll let you see her at the banquet were she'll be all dolled up, and she can actually talk to you! She wouldn't be sedated..."
Blowhole drops his neck, "If you try anything to pull on me, no one will ever know that I killed you," he threatens, "and if you ever touch or kidnap my daughter again. Things will not be good for you, Creed, not at all.." He leaves Creed to gulp in his threatened words.
Now to find the brat that was his leverage...And just maybe he would survive all this...

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Apparently, he didn't like the word Blowhole coming out of her mouth. Ace tried to shake him, yell, and put water on his face to wake him. None of which worked. So this was her last resort: Slapping him. She hated to, but she was getting worried he wouldn't wake up.
So there she was placing his fallen head back for the smack. She stared at how innocent he looked she wished she still had that: Innocents. Innocents is not killing five people. Innocent is not learning how to kill your next victim. Innocent was white, and she was a blood red. That was not innocents.
She held up her hand, and threw back. Just as her hand comes in Private's eyes are already open before the slap hits. Smack! "Ow! What are you doing!" He rubs his cheek.
"I was trying to wake you up!" She defends.
"Well, clearly I'm woken up, now!"
"Oh, don't be a baby! I didn't mean to how did I know you we're going to wake up when I slapped you?" She crossed her arms.
"Here's the thing...You didn't have to slap me in the first place!" He yells, even though he knows it stupid to. Skipper use to do the same thing except on the back of his head, and if he got into big trouble his hide would be smacked. Like the time him, and Mort got locked into one of the various rooms of C.Z.I., and both teams thought they were kidnapped. Skipper was relived, but he was so worried that he lost Private. It had happen once or twice when Private got into that kind of trouble he chose not to remember it.
"I was worried that you wouldn't wake up...Wait! Why did you faint in the first place?" She asked, raising her eyebrows then smirks, "Is Blowhole some kind of trigger word?" She laughs expecting him to as well, but he doesn't.
"No, no, the last name Blowhole...is...how do I put this?" He taps his chin mockingly, "Is my team's arch enemy..."
"Crap."

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"So my father is...evil..." Private nods, "In this team that your in...the Penguins of C.Z.I.?" Private nods his head again after telling her his story, "And your wanting to find the truth about yourself? Okay...I think I'm getting this."
"My story is a bit confusing if you think about, my da-" He caught himself he almost called Skipper dad. But he caught himself, "Skippah, the leader, as I was telling you about would have killed me now if he knew I told you all this..." His gut started to miss his family...homesick.
Ace notice this, "Why didn't your team help you on this?"
"I didn't want them to."
"I thought they were your family?"
"They were."
Ace saw his jaw tighten, it was hard for him, "Private, if there's one thing I know about family it's to never lose them, or give up on them when they disappoint you the most." Ace almost had tears in her eyes, "Not that I don't believe you, but I promise you my father was different around me...He was happier he's just confuse."
Private snapped she knew nothing about him, and how bad it hurt when they'd lied at him. Mostly, that Skipper didn't allow anyone to tell him the truth, "You know de-Nile isn't just a river in Egypt."
She scanned his face he was hurt by his families way, "Private, they did it for your own-"
Private jolted up, "You sound just like them, just like him." He accused.
Ariadne notice the venom when he talk about his leader, Skipper, "I don't think your mad at your team I think your mad at your dad..."
Private pointed at her angrily, "He is not my dad."
"Then why are you mad at me for talking about him? Why are you making an emphasis on him? Why is he your target?" She took a direct hit at him.
Private narrowed his eyes, she had got him...She knew that Skipper was a sore spot on Private from the beginning, "He...betrayed me."
She smiles, "You know nothing of betrayal, like I do." She stood up to face him, "I think you thought a lot of him, like at dad, but when the truth came bearing down...It broke you."
Private nodded in agreement, "You're right it did...I'm really not the person I was..." He looks up at her pale green eyes, "Call me Percival, because the young, naive, Private is gone..."
Ace looked at him once she had said that she couldn't see Private anyone, and she hardly knew that side of him, "Percival...Are you going to let me go?" She asked, but in all honesty she didn't want to go...she was...intrigued with him, "If your team finds out that I'm helping you, Blowhole's daughter is helping you...They'll cast you out, or me out..."
"I won't let that happen, because from now on you, and I are making a team of are own..." He smirked, "Are you up for the challenge?"
She was starting to like this new side, "Yes, Percival, I am."

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