Hello and happy Thanksgiving to all of ye fellow Americans! Yay! New repliers! And QUESTIONS! Oh, glorious questions!
Illyria: The first question is for Rookie. Purplee Uzumaki wants to know what your favorite kind of puffle is.
Rookie: Well, that's a hard question. I just love all puffles! Except for maybe Agent J's puffle... he bit me once. But I'd have to say that I like the orange ones the most. They're just so goofy and fun!
Illyria: Nice. Next question is for Jetpack, from Honeybee4Eva. She wants to know why you changed your name from Justin to Jetpack guy.
Jetpack: Well, Jetpack isn't really my name, it's just an alias for the PSA. And since I kinda spent my entire life with the PSA, it really caught on as a nickname. Do you want to hear the story about why I chose Jetpack Guy as my alias?
Illyria: Been there, wrote a fic about it. Please, send in more questions!
Ugh, I'm getting really wordy on this AN, but I just have to get it off my chest that this and the next few chapters are going to take a lot out of me. I think I bit off a little more plot developement than I could chew. But still... I think that in the next few chapters I will make it clear that this story actually has an overlying plot of my own design. *cue large gasp from audience*
Disclaimer: Club penguin, I do not own.
PS: All of you JezzieXJetpack Guy shippers out there, (you know who you are!) this is for you.
Jezzie hefted the cane attached to her right arm up a bit, reminding the guard stationed at the gadget room that even though she was, for the time being, a "disabled veteran" of the PSA, she could still seriously wound. The guard, a big beefcake of a red-skinned man glared down form his considerable height with all intentions of telling the scuffed girl to back the heck down and get out, when he suddenly cowed, sinking back a bit into the wall. Jezzie looked over her shoulder to see Jetpack standing still land silent at her elbow.
"She's with me." He intoned in his serious voice.
The man began bobbing his head up and down. "Of course, Mr. Jetpack Guy… sir." He turned around and hit the entry code for them. Jezzie made sure to glare at him as she hobbled past. The door shut behind them with a whoosh and they were free to talk.
"You shouldn't be on your feet, Jezzie." He said while she looked all over for the seismic tracker that she had seen here before. It was dusty and leaning drunkenly against one wall. Jezzie winched as she got on her knees to peer through the dust-screen. It seemed to have no visible damage, so she searched the ground with her eyes for a plug.
"Jezzie." Jetpack said to get her attention, and she turned to him, ready to snap about how she didn't want to see his face again. For Mod's sake, he was a heartless robot that could walk out on his traumatized partner without a—
He was hugging her again. Only this time, instead of her pushing him away, he held at arm's length, his black glasses reflecting back her surprised and annoyed expression. "If you ever tell anyone about this, I will break both of your legs. But… I'm really glad that you're okay."
She smiled at him in a winning way. "Does that mean that you finally accept me as your partner?"
He shook his head and pushed his glasses up to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Jezzie, exactly where have you been for the past three months?" he said as an answer.
Now she was hugging him. And again, he held her at arm's length after a few moments. "Okay, enough of this hugging stuff. We've got a Rookie to save."
The seismic tracker was working great, and they pinpointed the quake, along with several smaller ones, to have come from the docks. They set out immediately.
At the docks, they were assaulted by the vision of a tall man in a white suit with milky skin astride a huge monstrosity of a vehicle, at one end that look like a fan. Behind the machine, sitting pretty in her own little flame-colored wagon, Klutzy sat. Jezzie had never seen a photo of her in briefings, and was a bit surprised to find her vacant-eyed with a slightly slack mouth, showing the tip of her pink tongue. Her orange hair was in two ponytails, and her hands were clenched into small little fists by her side. As much as she hated to admit it, the sidekick was adorable.
"Herbert!" Jetpack shouted to get the man's attention.
"Why hello, little child of agents." His eyes perked up when they saw Jezzie. "And not-yet-an-agent. Long time no see."
"Not long enough." She hissed.
Jetpack, ever the PSA trained man that he was, decided to take the diplomatic approach as regulated per Academy training. So he shouted at Herbert that the PSA would lock him up and he was never going to get away with what he had done with minimal asterisking.
Herbert rolled his graying eyes and snorted. "And your PSA is so reliable with it's information, Jetpack. Just ask your parents… oh right, you can't." he pursed his lips and shook his head sadly. "What a tragedy. Two of the most well-informed agents disappearing with no search parties sent out…"
Jezzie looked at Justin fearfully, expecting him to explode or shout or attack the large man, but all he did was look up slightly and shove his fists in the pocket of his sweatshirt. "What are you talking about?" he asked in a dangerously calm voice. "Search parties… they were sent out."
Herbert laughed cruelly. "Do I hear worry in your voice, little agent? Finally seeing the big picture? Your PSA doesn't care about geniuses like me, only keeping their own secrets intact. So why don't you just waddle on home and make sure that they're not planning your "disappearance" right now? Leave me to my business."
Jezzie hobbled up on her crutches. "And what business would that be, Herbert?"
The man waved his hand through the air, dismissing her question. "Oh, just some things. You know. Stuff."
Jezzie scoffed. "Right. Completely legal stuff."
"Exactly."
"I was being sarcastic."
Herbert glared. "Well, if you're going to be that way, then I guess I will have to divert your attention in another way… how about destroying Club Penguin? Yes, I think that that will do nicely." He turned the machine in a completely loop to aim back at the original hole. "I wouldn't follow me, if I were you. These tunnels can be extremely dangerous without a map."
The machine disappeared from view.
Jezzie turned to ask Jetpack what they're plan of attack was, only to see his bright red back as he ran off to the Sport Shop.
"G!" he was shouting at the top of his voice. "G!"
For the first time since joining the PSA, she was truly afraid. For Rookie, for the island, for Justin, for G, and for what secrets were hiding under the layers of the agency…
Things weren't as black and white as she had previously thought.
Yes, indeed. Jetpack is, for lack of a better description, EXTREMELY SCARED/PISSED OFF. Explination: He trusts the PSA, and suddenly he is doubtful. And with doubt comes being scared and doubting whether the people he trusts his life with makes him angry. Angry at himself, at G, at Herbert.
Next update will probably be on Saturday or Sunday.
You need to review. Right now. Vote on the poll on my profile, you must also do. But not right now. After you review. Okay, I'm done. Sorry for the long Authoress Notes. Bye.