Again, the second rewritten chapter. Enjoy!

I do not own Club Penguin... yet :)

"Two hundred and fifty gold coins a month is the payment for being an active agent." Robinson explained quickly. Jezzie sucked in the air through her teeth and considered for a half second. 250 gold coins could get her lights back on and pay off the third mortgage. It could get her shoes that were more material than duct tape, and it could get her clothes with the original elbows still intact.

"Okay, I'll do it." she said. Robinson looked relieved, until the girl got in his face, dark brown eyes serious and threatening. "But if this is just some sick joke, I swear you won't be laughing for long." she whispered. One step back and the hard wood of the door was all that Robinson could see.

Jezzie was pacing, seriously considering her sanity, when the door rattled the intent of another caller. She yanked it open.

"I already said yes, so why don't you-" she started, until she noticed that she was talking to a man's white-clad chest, and that Robinson was collapsed on the ground behind him, his fedora dented and bloodstained. Tilting her head up, she met the eyes of the man from the store.

"Hello, my sweet little agent. Time to collect." he said, a sadistic smile showing off huge teeth. Jezzie opened her mouth to scream, but she blacked out. The punch had been to the perfect spot- Jezzie hadn't even felt it. When she woke up, she was in a large cage, an unconscious Robinson next to her. It looked like she was in a cave of some kind, rustic torches on the walls, and the man in white was watching her. She crawled to her feet, and he smiled a toothy smile at her.

"Who are you?" Jezzie asked, trying to stop herself from using profane language.

"I am Herbert P. Bear, esquire." he announced, and stopped, supposedly for applause.

"I'm sorry." Jezzie said, shaking her head sadly. Herbert's smile fell like she had slapped it off, and she almost wanted to. "Why did you capture me? And knock me out? Twice?" She asked.

"Because you're an agent. And I only knocked you out once. The first time you did it on your own." he pointed out. Jezzie crossed her arms over her chest and glared him down.

"I'm not an agent. At least I wasn't when you attacked me in the Sport Shop." she retaliated. Robinson was stirring, and was blinking confusedly around his prison.

Herbert shrugged, and hit a button. The ground beneath the cage opened up to reveal a long drop with classical spikes lining the bottom. "Aw well, you'll make a good example of my hate anyway. Goodbye, agent and not-yet-an-agent." he said, and a phone on a low table nearby gave off a sharp beep. Pulling a face, Herbert went to it and pressed a button. "Look, Penguin, I'm a little busy here." He said.

"You were not ordered to kill-"a voice on the other end shouted, broken off when Herbert shouted that he couldn't hear them because he was going into a tunnel. With a clack he hung up and waltzed down a hallway, probably to an exit. With a hideous creek, the cage fell into the hole.

It felt like Jezzie had swallowed her stomach. She was suspended halfway between the floor of the cage and the roof. Robinson was beside her, his suit dirty and crinkled. What to do? She almost shrieked to herself. Without any obvious exit on the cage, Jezzie began throwing her weight against some of the bars. They creaked, and probably left her with a few new bruises. One more rush, and she was slipping through, Robinson not far behind. With a mighty crash and a wide radius of debris, the cage shattered on the initial spikes, while Jezzie and Robinson were thrown apart. Jezzie heard, rather than felt, one of her ribs crack as she collided with a wall, and then the cold ground was pressuring her face. She gasped, the pain of her rib finally catching up to her. She coughed several times, and forced herself to her knees, and then her feet. Stumbling over to the opposite wall, she saw Robinson, his leg bent at an unnatural angle.

"Go… go on… without me…" he said, and it seemed a miracle that he didn't faint. Jezzie bent down, cursed as her rib protested, and supported Robinson as she got him on his feet.

"No way. No heroics, no sacrifices when you're working with me." she grunted, the man much heavier that she thought. She pulled him down a few more tunnels, and blacked out twice on the stairs. When the bright light of day was burning into her eye sockets, she finally fell into the cold snow.

"My… phone…" Robinson gasped, pulling a dark blue cell from his pocket. He pressed a button and finally allowed himself to fall into unconsciousness. Jezzie followed suit, and her black dreams were filled with the murmurings of people talking and the throb of helicopter blades. She woke up in a hospital bed, and two people were swimming in and out of focus.

"Miss Swan? Are you feeling alright?" the smaller of the two asked her. Jezzie lifted a hand.

"Give me sec." she said, and she heard the taller man scoff. When her eyes had cleared, she lowered her hand and nodded. The pair was none other than Mr. Guy and the hoodie boy. Neither were welcome in Jezzie's book. "unless you're here to offer worker's compensation, get out." she growled.

"No, I'm not. I am Agent G, and this is Jet Pack Guy." he said, gesturing first to himself and then to the boy. Jezzie coughed and gasped as pain racked her ribs.

"Then why are you here?" Jezzie rasped.

"You showed great courage today, and we would like to have you on as an Agent." G said. Jezzie raised an eyebrow.

"Do I still get paid?"

"Of course."

"Then I guess I'm in." Jezzie allowed. G looked pleased, and Jet Pack Guy looked like he had just dropped his ice cream cone.

Almost one week later, Jezzie was carrying her small box of possessions into her "quarters". A single room, Jezzie wasn't very impressed. Rockafellow frowned at the corner where she shoved his bed, but didn't verbally complain. Her door flew open, and G trooped in.

"Don't you people ever knock?" Jezzie asked when her heart stopped pounding wildly.

"That's not the point. You are assigned to squad Delta." he informed her.

"Which means…?" Jezzie asked slowly. G looked uncomfortable.

"It means that you and Jet Pack Guy are partners." he said quickly, holding up his hands protectively in front of his face. Jezzie just stood there, arms crossed, eyebrow raised.

"Then what's my first mission?" she asked, excited despite herself. G handed her a stack of papers.

"Read up, and meet Guy in the Sport Shop." G instructed.

Jezzie was surprised to find that she couldn't wait.

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