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GPS wasn't at breakfast the next morning.

But it seemed like every other agent in the EPF had heard the spilled news about last night's events.

When Dot, Gary, Icy, and Jet Pack Guy entered the cafeteria, nopenguin stared at them with adoring eyes, and nopenguin asked for an autograph.

All the four agents got was cold stares and quiet gossip.

"I feel terrible..." Dot whispered, moving down the line for food.

"Me too. An agent should never act like that." Jet replied, putting an apple on his food tray.

"My behavior last night was clearly unacceptable and foolish." Gary admitted.

Icy felt like crying. "I can't believe I said that to my friend!"

Behind them, an agent whispered, "Don't feel bad. After all, that crazy weirdo had knocked you out, and she almost made you permanent prisoners!"

The agents whirled around, then realized it was just another agent who had heard a little gossip.

But obviously the agent behind them had the wrong idea.

"Still, she was sick!" Icy protested.

"And being mind-controlled." Gary added.

The agent behind them laughed. "You really believe that? Allergic? Please. She was sneaking around and knocking you guys out with real agility. Sick? I think not. And what a baby, crying and just ditching you guys! Like, seriously. "

Jet Pack Guy considered this. "Okay, you have us there. But...the mind control device!"

The agent behind them rolled their eyes, then patted Jet on his back. "Oh, my gosh! How gullible ARE you guys? It was probably just some laser gadget you EPF agents use!"

"Huh?" Icy asked,dropping her fish-burger. "Wait-how did you know..."

The gossip agent seemed to have disappeared from the line.

"Weird." Dot remarked, grabbing a fork and sitting at a table.

"Well, anyways, we should probably apologize." Icy said, taking a seat next to Dot and Gary. "I have, like, this weird feeling..."

Gary smiled a little. "It's called guilt."

Icy rolled her eyes.

Dot coughed. "I agree with agent Icetail. We should definitely say sorry."

Jet shuffled his flippers. "I...I don't know. You guys can. It's just..."

"You don't care about GPS's feelings?" Icy finished.

Jet glared at her. "Of course I do! It's just...that agent back there was kind of right. Why should we apologize? After all, she gave me a REALLY bad scar and these bruises aren't very nice!"

Icy swallowed. "Jet, come on, you don't mean that!"

Jet shook his head. "No, I do. The director was just being a drama queen. Penguingps is a JERK! You know what?"

The agents were afraid of his voice; loud and defiant. His expression was not explainable.

"I quit!" Jet finished, getting up and waddling away.

"JET!" Icy exploded. "You come back here RIGHT NOW or I'll-"

Jet smiled, turning around. "What are you gonna do? Throw a snowball at me? You're a rank 1 agent now, remember?"

Icy sunk back down.

"Agent?" Gary said softly.

"Jet..." Dot whispered, a tear streaming down her cheek.

As Jet was exiting the EPF base through the green cafeteria doors, Icy notice a small silver clip-on device shining on his back.

And then Jet Pack Guy exited the EPF base, tossing away his Jet Pack angrily.

He wasn't an agent anymore, and he never would be. Never again would he be called "Agent" or "Jet Pack Guy".

Just plain old, weird, Guy.