The final chapter is here! Now what's awesome about this fic being shorter than the others is that In the Line of Duty is a direct sequel, the end really gives it away. I'm also starting to build these stories into each other, so that as more are added, details from previous ones will start coming in to play. This also means that pairings may start to form, certainly ones that were in the show and of course my own favorites. However, as always, pairings are not the point of these stories, it's about the exploring characters.

Also I have no idea who added Park Avenue to the fanfic recs on the Penguins of Madagascar page over at TVTropes but I seriously love that it happened. It just makes me wish the fandom was a little more lively and active at times, because there are other amazing stories out there who deserve the same love.

Enjoy!

Chapter 4: Make a Deal

"Burning like a flag/walking straight into the breeze/Cause there's two types of people/you are weak or you are me" ~Hollywood Undead – Outside

Private swallowed thickly as they reached Central Park, he had called Kid back last night and told him that he would be by the theatre. The others would be watching from a distance, prepared for anything that could go wrong.

"Well, well, well, Mr. Tux, I will admit that I was surprised by your call last night. I didn't think you'd actually show up." The Kid taunted from his spot underneath an oak tree, he tipped his hat up revealing a smirk that was 10 miles wide and stood pulling the bag that had been next to him onto his shoulders.

"You certainly got my attention yesterday, now what do you want?" Private kept his tone even, trying to pull at what had made him Mr. Tux.

"I'd like to make deal."

A laugh escaped Private, actually, it wasn't a laugh, instead it was a dark chuckle and it made his skin crawl, but at the same time, it felt natural to him. "You know what they say about making a deal with me Kid."

"I reckon I don't, but I've heard the stories. You would kill a man for looking at you the wrong way and never think twice on it, but after what I saw, I don't believe it. You're nothing more than a yellow-bellied city-slicker, ain't that right Daisy Daydreamer?"

"The more you talk the less you say, now what kind of deal are we talking?" He replied coldly, enjoying the Kid's look of surprise before it melted back in to his usual cocky appearance.

"When I win you have to turn yourself in and give me the access codes to CENTRAAL's database so I can disappear." Now that was surprising to hear, it meant that Kid had burned a bridge too many and that no one willing protect him.

"This isn't about a tie anymore is it?"

"I've been on the run for a few years now, all because of your screw-up, I figure it's the least you can do."

"What if I don't want to take the deal?"

"Then next time your friend won't see me coming and that goes for the other two as well." This was it, everything was going to be put on the line, but he could tell Kid was nervous. If he really had been on the run, then he had no back up, while Private was safe, he knew he was safe.

"You misunderstood my question; you see I'm willing to not take the deal for your sake."

"I'm shaking in my boots." The sarcasm is strong with this one, Private thought and somehow managed to not break character, because that's all that Mr. Tux was.

"You should be, because what you don't understand is that to make a deal with Mr. Tux is to make a deal with the Devil."

"You're going to have to try harder than that to scare me away." Private glanced downhill to where a handful of actors were running rehearsal before looking at the Amarillo Kid and reaching into his jacket to pull out a gun. He never broke eye contract, even as he raised his arm and pulled the trigger, one of the actors fell, a burst of crimson splattering the stage. The Amarillo Kid swallowed eyes wide with fear as Private turned the gun of him, light blue eyes colder than ice.

"Are you sure you still want to make that deal?" Without another word the Kid ran, nearly falling over himself in an effort to get away. Private laughed once he lost sight of the Kid and made his to the stage, ignoring the shouts from his teammates.

"Private, I'm sorry, I'll take namby-pamby any day, just drop the weapon." Skipper was the first to reach him on stage voice filled with worry, Kowalski and Rico were only a step behind and looked as concerned as Skipper had sounded.

"Relax Skippa, its fake." He offered a hand to the actor he had shot earlier, the man was perfectly fine despite what had been seen by everyone else. "Thanks for setting this up Tony."

Tony stood brushing himself off and making a face at the mess around them, "It was my pleasure; we never get to use squibs, mostly because they make it look too real. One would think it's because of the mess."

"Uh, Private maybe you could explain what happened here before one of us loses it?"

"Right, I realized that Mr. Tux would always be a part of me, but I didn't have to become a cold-blooded killer. I just had to be cunning, so last night I called Tony and asked him about using squibs; with his help we rigged a prop gun to be a wireless trigger for the squib, which Tony agreed to wear and as director he called the crew and cast to make it look like a rehearsal."

"And you knew that you could scare the Amarillo Kid off, rather than have to play his sick games; that's absolutely fascinating." Kowalski murmured more focused on the technical aspect of Private's plan.

"I'm proud of you Private; I owe you more than just an apology for how I've treated you. Today is your day."

"Does that mean we can get snow cones and go home to watch a movie?" Skipper rolled his eyes but agreed, as Rico had to physically drag Kowalski away from the stage where he was bombarding Tony with questions. Which only made Private laugh, he finally felt at peace with himself since the whole ordeal had started. He'd have to stop by The Groove and thank Maurice for the advice and he still had yet to thank Rico for getting him out of the apartment.

As they settled in for a movie, Rico was coming in from the kitchen with popcorn, Skipper on the opposite end of the couch while Kowalski set everything up, his phone chimed, catching everyone's attention.

That was a dirty trick, but I got the message loud and clear. However, you can tell Skipper that Frankie will be seeing him soon. – AK

"Skippa, who's Frankie?"