It was dark when the team returned from a mission. They were exhausted though Skipper tried to hide it. In spite of himself he realized he was swaying on his feet. Private let loose a wide yawn and Kowalski kept falling alseep standing up AND walking at the same time. Rico snored every so often, his head hanging on his shoulder like a pillow.
The penguins half climbed, half fell down the ladder and collapsed onto their bunks. But their sweet imediate dreams were short-lived. Suddenly the alarm blared and four groggy penguins hobbled into a weak defensive position.
A cloaked figure of a four-legged creature looked up and saw that she was caught. The figure dashed out of the HQ at high speed. Skipper recognised her somehow. While the rest of the team looked around confused, Skipper chased after the cloaked figure with every ounce of strength he had left. The figure was running in the direction of the lion habitat. Skipper was sure he knew who it was now. His whole body screaming at him to stop running he threw himself onto his belly and slid after the figure. The figure stopped, turned around, and noticed her persuer. She gasped and turned her head so that the balabal would sheild her better. But she couldn't fool Skipper. He stood up and walked towards her, his legs trembling. "Libby," he panted, "I know it's you."
Liberty let the wind blow the hood away from her golden furred face. "I suppose you want to know why I was there." she said.
Skipper nodded, he felt lightheaded. He leaned against the fence surrounding the lion habitat. "What..what..were you-" he didn't finnish his sentence. His legs gave out and hit hit the ground.