"Alright so the last place the bomb was supposedly here, in this warehouse, at least according to Daphine's map" Skipper muttered, he was standing in a dark ware house two miles away from the port. He was tracking down Deadshot, determined to stop him at any cost, he had let Hans go, but he knew deep inside that it wouldn't be the last time he saw the puffin and that's what scared him the most, having to fight his old best friend, well now ex-best friend.
"Hm, you actually haven't managed to get yourself killed yet have you boy? I'm impressed" a familiar voice growled from the shadows. Skipper spun around, his eyes blazing with fury, he knew that voice, it's owner had ruined his life.
"Deadshot!" Skipper snarled as the lemur stepped out of the shadows.
"Oh are you mad at me little boy" Deadshot sneered, "too bad, I'm surprised you found where I had been keeping the bomb".
"You moved it!" Skipper snarled.
"Well, it won't do much damage here now will it?" Deadshot smiled an evil grin. Skipper lunged at Deadshot who easily side stepped him, despite all of the months training with Slade, he still wasn't a match for Deadshot. Can I really take him down? He's had years of practice, and how long have I been training? For a few months! I'm dead meat compared to him! Despite these thoughts he still attacked again.
"I admire your persistence, though I grow bored of this little chat, you must now excuse me, I have a city to destroy" Deadshot grinned and leapt up to a high window and leapt back out, Skipper flung himself at the window but hit a wall instead.
"Ow" Skipper fell back and hit the ground with a loud thud. It took him a moment to recover, and he slowly painfully sat up. He raised a flipper and rubbed it against his temple where most of the pain came from.
"Ow! Bad idea, very bad idea" Skipper murmured, his vision blurred with watery tears that had started to form. He blinked and they disappeared, there was no way he was going to cry over a simple head ache. He struggled to his feet and the pain increased. He glanced around trying to focus on the task at hand, suddenly he spotted an old large crate. He stumbled over to it and pushed it in front of the wall directly below the window. The crate was empty; if it had been full he would never have been able to move it. He jumped up onto the crate and leapt onto the window seal. Deadshot was long gone by now, but he might be able to pick up his trail. Skipper leapt and landed gracefully nearby. He stood up and looked around, he checked the area closely while looking for tracks, snagged fur, anything that could give him a clue as to where Deadshot had gone.
"I wish Slade were here, he would be able to pick up his trail" Skipper sighed, then he slapped himself in the face, only adding to the constant throbbing of his head.
"Slade's gone, quit wishing and get to work you big baby" Skipper scolded himself and started studying the area again. He did this for several minutes until the idea hit him like a bullet train.
"Duh!" Skipper slapped himself again and felt like a complete idiot. It was so obvious how he could find Deadshot, the stupid lemur had given him all the information he had needed, the lemur might as well have told him exactly where the bomb was, but in a way he had.
"It's in the most precious building in Denmark, the old palace!" Skipper said.