Chap. 14

"How? And with who?" Kowalski said, with his head feeling like a headache was coming on, "And how on earth did you keep this a secret from us?" Kowalski asked.

Kowalski knew Skipper trusted him, but why would he keep this? This would have been helpful. Kowalski mental state was about to blow. He told Private that he could go, and leave his team to find out. About his parents. Which, one of them was standing right in front of him. He had told Private to leave his dad...Kowalski swallow a gulp, mentally. He was in deep.

But this was Skipper's fault if he just would of told Kowalski about this, Kowalski wouldn't have told Private to go. Still, Kowalski knew somewhere deep inside that Private still would have gone. And what about the girl? Kowalski swallowed again this time for real. Why did Private even have to ask Skipper about his parents couldn't he just live without knowing? Now Kowalski was just being selfish.

"Let's get a coffee," Skipper was massaging his temples, and walking back to his room, "Get Rico up he should hear about this too."

"Where are we going?" The scientist asked, fidgeting to tell what had happen to Private.

"To Marlene's Coffee Shop." He slammed his door with a shut, and a click.
Kowalski paced like a mad man. Was he going to keep it locked up? Or was he going to snitch out Private? Kowalski brain seemed to be spilt into half's. One said to snitch, and the other said to keep it locked up. He just had to think logically...

Let Skipper kill him, or let Private hate him for the rest of his life.

He didn't want to be killed...

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"Are you sure about this, Percival?" Ariadne Blowhole asked, "I mean are you positive this will work?"

She was a little worried about the whole thing. The whole 'plan', or 'undercover' as Percival would say. She was mostly afraid of Creed...She knew she shouldn't be, because fear was all in the mind. All in her head, now if she could just tell herself that...

Percival craned his head, and stopped walking the streets of New York. Ace was biting her lower lip, rolling it between her teeth. She seized to stop when Percival was looking at her. Percival's eyes softened at her, "Ace, if you want to back down I would understand."

She seemed different, and looked it too. Both of them had to change their whole appearances. Ace's hair was no longer a bright orange color it was a raven color, nor was it the same long frizzed hair she had, it was a bouncing shoulder length curls. Instead of those pale green eyes, they were covered over with almond colored contacts. Percival was amazed at how different she had looked. She looked much older, but still had slim fitting face. It put her to looking about twenty, which is what they were trying to pull off. The main thing that Percival thought of her new look was: Ravishing.

She tucked a curl behind her ear, "No," Ariadne looked at her reflection, was it sad to say that she like the new her. She felt like Percival, or knew what Percival felt like when Percival gave up on being what she knew for the tiniest bit of Private, "I-I want to do this. I'm j-just..." Her voiced didn't want to finish the sentence.

Percival turned her chin to face him, "Don't let fear be implanted into your mind, your better than that." She nodded, still not looking at him, "We're doing this together. Don't forget that."

She now looked at him, his appearance had completely changed too. Percival had blond hair that was slick up into a faux style. His eyes were covered with a dark green colored contacts. He was wrap in a suit that made his muscles seem to finally come out, and bulk out his chest. She couldn't help, but gawk when he came out of the dressing room with it on he looked...mature? She couldn't really grasped how she felt when she saw him.

"You really believe in me?" She asked, no one really ever had confidences in her. They always told her she wasn't doing her best. She wasn't there. She couldn't reach the top. Creed would sneered in her face, but now...She really felt different. In the good way.

"Why would I not?" Percival said, this time not having his British twang at all. He had to get rid of it for the part. It took little to no time, because he was so use to going undercover he had learn to hid his accent.

Ariadne grinned, "I'm still amazed how you can drop 'it' so easily." She smirked, "Have you been faking all your life?" It seemed possible to her.

He grins crookedly, and jokes, "And here I thought I kept that a secret. Oops." She laughs, "Alright, we've had our fun. Lets get going, I don't want you getting cold feet again."

She nods, she felt alive, and wired now. Nothing could touch her, or make her weak. She was strong, and so was Percival. There was nothing to worry about to begin with, but...Ace did feel something deep inside her. She shook it off. It was nothing to worry about. Everything was fine...Fine.

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"Oh, no, no, no," Marlene said panicky, rushing over to her shop's door. To stop the tree men that were making there way into the store, "Absolutely no." Her face was serious as were theirs.

Marlene crosses her arms at Skipper, "Marlene, it's important for us all to talk together."

Marlene looked crazed at him, "I do recall last time when we were all 'together', being when your team made a gigantic hole in my shop's wall!" She yells harshly, remembering ever second when that accident occurred.

Skipper gives a sad look at her, "Marls, it's about Private." Using her pet name to persuade her, and mumbles, "And it wasn't that big of a hole..."

Marlene looked at him good. His eyes sunken, from no sleep. Shoulders were slumped over, instead of his normal, perfect, posture, and he was wearing his sweats. He never wore his sweats in public, he was always classy when it came to appearances. Marlene was sympathetic at his tired ways, and grab his hand tenderly, "I'll make some tea."

Skipper shakes his head, "Coffee."

Marlene shakes her head, "Tea will sooth your nerves, Sebastian." Marlene lets go of his hand, and rushes off to the kitchen to make tea for all of them. They all seemed to be out of it. They did lose Private, but Private wasn't really lost was he? From what she understood Private ran off on his own behalf. She wanted him back too, but she didn't really know how they all had a connection with Private.

Rico tilts his hand, and scratches it too, "S'bastian?"

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So sorry up or the late update. School is crashing down on me. I hardly have time it seems...I envy Kindergarderns. They get to take naps...Enjoy it while you can...:'(

Besides my rant...The next chap. will deal more with Skipper's take on what happen. Should be interesting... o.0

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