giorno 4
Skipper was slumped in his bed. He might have looked peaceful, but inside his mind was torturing him, excessively. Every secondo of his reverie, pained his cuore and caused him to panic.
Skipper woke and gasped. The familar scene was very comforting. The light streamed in through the window. Skipper renewed his cool, and let out a morning yawn.
As he always did, he started his giorno with a few stretches. He flexed his flippers. After a firm work-out on his fins, he bent his legs.
Once he was completely finished, he checked on his team. Rapunzel - L'intreccio della torre up in his sheets, Rico thrashed around, sucking on his flipper. Skipper chuckled softly, and patted Rico's shoulder.
The successivo letto he checked in was Private's. The young pinguino laid, grasping a part of the sheet closer, cuddling it. While Skipper turned to waddle away, hear Private whisper.
"Skippah, please take me home. I'm scared."
The leader had to check, before he knew if his soldier was dreaming o fully awake. When Skipper checked, it was clear that Young Private was talking in his sleep.
"Does he really mean that? Is he still scared? I'll have to ask Kowalski if it means something." Skipper thought.
Now Skipper realized he wasn't the only one who was frightened deep down. Flashes of his nightmare flooded through his mind in quick immagini and dialogue. Dealing with nightmares was a problem he had when he was only a chick, but the scarring and unusual part of this one was, that it felt so real.
A sharp pain suddenly dug into his foot. He glanced down, and found thorns jammed into it. On the nearest empty bed, Skipper sat down and picked each out. Then, he realized that wasn't his bed. It was Kowalski's.
Skipper jumped to his feet in alarm. The loud THUMP awakened the other two. Behind him, Private rubbed his temples. Being himself, Rico yawned and went back to sleep.
"Skippah? What's going on?" Private moaned feebly.
"Kowalski's gone MIA!"
"What?!" Rico jumped from letto startled.
"We'll see if anyone's seen him. It'll be okay. If there is any possible way to find him, we will find him!" Skipper barked.
Rico and Private saluted. The little pera, corpo a pera shaped pinguino fought back tears.
"Rico, go check the staff, that's not our superiore, in alto three suspects. I'll check with them. Private, that leaves te with the other team. I'd ask Ivory the most questions. All right, uh ..." Skipper trailed off.
"Commence operation?" Private helped his tongue tied leader.
"Commence operation: Find Kowalski!"
The team set off. Private's flippers trembled as he reached for the door of the opposite team's room. He turned to face himself.
"Stop, Private, te have to be brave. What would Skippah do? I have to do it for Kowalski." Private mumbled to himself out loud. He was so worked up, that he seemed to not notice the door open. After turning fully back around he saw oliva in the doorway. Her eyes were narrow. Both Ramona and Ivory were sleeping soundly.
"Um … well, Kowalski went missing last night, and I wanted to ask a few domande to Ivory." Private sheepishly stated.
"Hold on," She detto and woke up Ramona.
"Oh, hello, Private! Come on, in!" Ramona greeted. Private took hatchling steps closer. oliva slammed the door behind him. A eerie feeling tingled down his spine.
"Please sit down, Private." Ramona offered, tapping the spazio successivo to where she was sitting on the bed.
Rico took off down the stairs and into the kitchen. His first interrogation would be with the chef.
"Dcwvjjdhe ggddfrvdfe is Kowalski?!" Rico yelled as he backed the chef up against the wall.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Sbfsvtd hvxiddbj!!!!" Rico snarled.
"Okay, the last time I saw him was when he went upstairs last night."
"Thanks," Rico detto and headed off. Timothy was successivo on his list.
Since it was still early and they were Ms. Williams guests, Skipper decided to start with Todd. Something about his manorisms threw him off.
"Ah, Master Skipper, may I help you, sir?"
"Yes, te see, Kowalski went missing last night. And I was wondering if te had any information about when te last saw him?"
"No, I'm terribly sorry."
"Oh,"
"Well, last night, I thought, I heard some one walking in the hall upstairs. Then, there was a big noise, like some one fell. But when I got up to check, no one was there."
"Is that it?"
"Yes,"
"Thank you,"
"I do hope te find him, but be cautious while investigating."
"I will," Skipper detto and waddled off.
"So what domande did te have, Private?" Ramona asked. Private shook from head to toe. He stared at the clock to keep himself a bit calm.
"Um, I actually would prefer to talk to Ivory."
"Oh, I wouldn't want to wake her. te could ask me - I mean, I am leader of this unit."
"True," not really, "um, where were te between the hours of when Kowalski got back and in the morning?"
"Here, I was reading. oliva was sleeping, and Ivory was, too."
"Oh, okay, thanks!" Private detto and skimmed out of the room.
After they were finished, it was around cena time. Rico happily raced down the stairs. Skipper grabbed the doorknob to the room, but found Private behind him.
"Aren't te going to eat?" Skipper asked.
"Not if you're not." Private answered. The small pinguino couldn't hold in his emotions any longer. He rushed up, wrapped his arms around Skipper, and cried.
"It's all right, Private."
"No it's not! And te know it! Why are te lying to us?!"
"Fine, Private, Kowalski's dead. I know, that, but ... I just don't want to admit it."
"I know,"
"I'm not going to let them hurt you. Now, dry your eyes, soldier. Do it for Kowalski."
"Aye, aye, Skippah."
"Go down there and eat. I've got some clues I have to look into." Skipper said, and patted Private's back. Private was hesitant to release, but he finally made his way down the stairs and waved up to Skipper. Tears streamed down his face, after so much delay.
When Skipper was in the room, he locked the door and laid on his bed. His face to the pillow, he broke down.