FINE! *throws out chapter* I wasn't gonna even continue this, but nooooooooooo, YOU GUYS HAVE LEFT ME NO CHOICE. HERE'S THE STINKIN' NEXT CHAPTER!

Rookie quivered, the remote in his hands, ice encasing his flippers and the button. "Please, Herbert. Don't... make me..."

He choked, his dry throat sending pain through his body.

"Press it. They have nothing for you. They all think you're an idiot, they think you can't do anything. Incapable."

"I have a disorder, Herbert, and you know it!" Rookie shouted in response, grunting as he broke one flipper free.

"If you want your daughter to stay alive, you'll do it."

"She's good as dead anyways." He pulled on his other flipper, yelping in pain, then breaking free with his feathers still in the ice.

"And your wife? I assume your feelings for her have vanished?"

Rookie's glasses fell off his head, and he dropped his propeller hat. "She's not my wife. Like I said, they're dead to me."

"Good as dead?" Herbert smiled maliciously.

"Good as dead." He replied, fixing his accessories back on.

"Wonderful." Herbert threw the remote into the ocean. "Let's get working on your next design, we haven't got all day."

Rookie limped due to frostbite, glancing down at his spy phone. He hadn't used it in years, not since escaped... But maybe it would work, just this last time. He opened the messaging and sent a public message for all the EPF agents to see.

Rookie: Coins can be stolen with a flipper, happiness can be stolen by a heart, but stealing an identity is the fashionable part.

He snapped his head up with Herbert slapped the phone away. "I said, let's go." He growled.

"Rockhopper!" Dot quickly spoke up. "She's talking about Captain Rockhopper, her dad."

Jet raised an eyebrow, helping Agent P down from the windowsill. "Affirmative." We already knew that. He gave Dot a look, silently scolding her.

She shook her head. Sorry.

"You realize we have a door, Agent?" Gary greeted, his tone slightly aggravated.

Before she could come up with a witty comeback, Jet Pack Guy interrupted. "You haven't been on a mission in years, your files are pretty blurry. And, to be honest, calling you Penguingps isn't working for me. "

"Are... you asking me to come up with a new name?" Agent P tilted her head, but Jet only nodded. "Alright, fine. Put in my name as Penny."

Dot glared at her, then cleared her throat. "It's not Rockhopper, obviously. He left on an expedition months ago."

"So it's Rookie?" She asked in reply, getting out her wrench and helping Gary fix the machine.

No one responded for several minutes, then Jet spoke up. "We have reason to believe Rookie is a part of this."

"That's awesome!" She jumped back, grinning triumphantly, then realizing the context. "I meant the machine. What you said is bad, that- yeah, that's really bad."

Dot sighed and began cleaning up the files. "Let's pick up here tomorrow, it's been a long day, for me anyways, and it's pretty late."

Jet, Gary, and Penny all nodded and exited the room, not bothering to lock it on they're way out.

A fatal mistake.

That's where I'm leaving you for now.

~Shine on!