Chapter 1: The Target

Agent Pedro Mateo readjusts his earmuffs and aims his gun at the target. His flipper pulls back on the trigger and he fires three times. Someone then taps him on the shoulder. Pedro gives a small jump and turns around. "Bob! I swear, one of these días I'll end up shooting you instead of the target, if you keep on sneaking up on me like this!" He exclaims with a small laugh as he takes the earmuffs and safety glasses off.

Agent Bob Garrison grins back with a small laugh, also. "I'd like to see you try, Pedro. But, anyway, Commander Harold wants to see you...I think he said something about a new assignment or something like that."

Pedro nods. "Alright, Bobby, you can tell him I'll be right there after I finish this last round, okay?"

"Actually, he said he wanted you there ASAP."

Pedro looks at Bob with a small sigh. "Fine. ¿Dónde está?"

"What?"

Pedro face-flippers. "Right, right, I forgot you know as much español as I know francés...Where is he?" He says with a small sigh and looks at Bob again.

Bob looks back at him. "In his office, as always."

Pedro nods. "Okay...See you after work, Bobby?" He asks as he gathers the gun and the safety equipment.

Bob shakes his head. "No, Pedro, not today..."

"Aw, por qué?" Pedro stops gathering things and gives Bob his full attention.

"What?"

"No, why."

"Oh, because Risette and I have plans tonight."

"Ah, okay...Well, tell her and Edmond I said hola, or hi, whichever." Pedro gives a small laugh as he starts towards the door of the gun-training room.

"Will do." Bob calls after him with a laugh.

Pedro nods and leaves the room. He leaves the safety equipment on a table just outside the room and holsters his small gun. He then slides quickly to Commander Harold's office. He knocks briefly before entering with a small smirk. "You want me, Commander?" He asks as he comes in.

Commander Harold, an older penguin with violet eyes and graying feathers nods. "Yes, indeed I do, Agent Mateo." He says as he looks at Pedro. "Take a seat." He then orders. Pedro sits in a seat and looks back at Commander Harold with his hazel eyes. "I've got a special mission for you..."

"You don't say?" Pedro says a bit sarcastically, not really caring all that much. "What is it? Another boring escorting job?" He asks with a small snort. He puts his flippers behind his head and leans back a little in the chair.

Commander Harold shakes his head. "No, Pedro. I have something much, much better in mind..."

"Which is...?" Harold tosses a black file-folder at him. Pedro catches it and flips through it. He glanced curiously at Harold. "What's this?"

Harold puts his flippers together and looks at Pedro with a slightly amused expression. "Why a file about your new target of course." He says with a grin.

"Target? Wha—?"

"The Shadow. A criminal that has been plaguing Spain and recently other Spanish speaking countries. Not much is known about him yet...Nothing really at all, other than that he likes to use knives." Harold explains.

Pedro looks at him. "And you want me to find him and bring him in?" He asks. Harold nods. "Piece of cake." Pedro says with a shrug. "So...Where was the last place that he was spotted?"

Commander Harold gets out a remote and presses a button. A projection of a map is shown on a wall. He then shines a little red pointer-laser at the map. "Right there." He circles a city on the map with the laser-pointer. "Barcelona, Spain."

Pedro nods. "Okay. You have a transport there for me?"

"Of course."

"Bueno. How soon do you want me to go after this...'Shadow'?"

Harold looks at him. "Why immediately, Agent Mateo."

"Oh...Alright." Pedro says looking at Commander Harold. Harold continues to look at him. "Oh, you meant as in now, immediately?" Harold nods. "Oh...Okay, adios..." He says as he gets up and leaves. Pedro hears Commander Harold laughing a little behind him and he rolls his eyes. He then slides to the locker room and waddles to his locker; locker 037.

Pedro opens the locker. He gets out his military dog-tags and agent badge and puts them on. He then gets out his gun-holster belt and puts it on also. He transfers over his small gun to it and then gets a couple of slightly larger guns out, too. Pedro grabs a pair of flipper-cuffs and hangs them on the belt. Pedro then shuts the locker back and gives a small jump when he suddenly sees Bob standing there right beside him. "So...Where is the commander sending you?" Bob asks.

Pedro gives a small sigh. "Barcelona after some 'shadow' criminal...And will you please stop doing that?!"

"Doing what?" Bob asks with a small smirk.

"The sneaking! For Cuzco's sake, Bobby!"

"And what the grilled kipper does Cuzco have to do with anything?" Bob asks back with a laugh. Pedro rolls his eyes with a small groan. "So, you're leaving now?"

"Sí. Harold said I was to immediately go after this shadow and bring him into custody." Pedro says with a nod. He looks at Bob. "Guess I'll be seeing you in a few días then." He says.

Bob looks at him and then nods. "Right...You be careful, Pedro."

Pedro looks at him as he slowly backs out of the locker room. "Am I ever anything other than?" He asks with a smirk.

Bob looks at him. "I'm being serious, Pedro. Don't do anything rash."

"What are you? Mi madre?" Pedro replies back with a chuckle. "I'll be fine, Bobby. No worries." He then leaves the room. Pedro waddles outside and then slides to the airplanes just outside of the Lima Base.

One of the planes he can tell is getting ready to go; he guesses that this one is his transport. Pedro waddles on to the plane. "Hola, señor pilot? This plane's going to Barcelona, no?" He asks. The pilot nods and Pedro sits down in one of the seats on the plane.