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Day 8

Skipper couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned until he couldn’t take it much longer. He let out a long, silent, sigh, and sat up on the side of his bunk. For a moment he stared at the mur across him and thought long and hard. Who would be trying to kill him? He kept thinking about Alastair, but knew he’d have to get someone on the inside to do the job. He jumped at the sound of Hans snorting in mid-snore. He put his face in his flippers and shook his head. He’d gone from a bad case of paranoia to just being plain edgy.

He couldn’t blame himself; knowing toi could die at any moment...

Day 2

    The jour started just like yesterday. The buzzer sounded for wake up. Skipper and Hans slid out of bed, ate their poisson mush, and went outside into the yard.

    “Let’s divisé, split up, get a perimeter. And don’t get distracted.” Skipper ordered.

    “Who put toi in charge?” Skipper just glared at him. “Alright, alright, fine. I’m going.” They went their separate ways.

    Skipper took mental notes of the 30 foot high fence topped with thick coiled barbed wire and the four watchtowers that could be...

"State your name and business, ou I strike." Her voice melodious and clear like a bell, and the threat in it was even plus so. Skipper's gut told him this was not someone he wanted to cross. But there was a nagging feeling that he knew her, from a long time ago, a précédant life..."My name is Skipper, and I wasn't going to attack you. You're just being a bit paranoid(Look who's talking)" Skipper told her.

But she didn't seem to believe Skipper. On the contrary, she smirked and said,"Does Ikala seriously think I'll fall for a lie that weak? I've heard that one so many times I've Lost count. If...

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One after the other, four penguins waddled in the darkness as fast as they could. In the front was the leader, seconde was the tallest, the third wore a mohawk, and last came the shortest.

All were confused, paranoid, and scared silly.

But Skipper got the worst of it. All was silent. Too silent. Dead silent. He felt warm breath hit the side of his head. He turned in fright, but he couldn't see anything in the darkness. The blood left his face, and he felt himself go weak.

Then he heard something else. A sound so quiet, it could've...

Skipper paced back and forth in the head quarters. Private was perched against the wall, eyeing him nervously. suivant to him was Rico, who was very confused since he just arrived. The only one missing was Kowalski.

"Skippa'?" Private had been standing there, watching Skipper pace for the past five minutes.

The leader ignored him.

A little plus hesitantly, Private repeated himself. "...Skippa'?

Skipper slowed to a stop and stared at Private in suprising bewilderment.

After an awkward silence, Private nervously spoke up again. "What do toi know?"

Skipper eyed the private questioningly.

"I mean, what...