Hey, guys! So this is one of the short chapters I was talking about. I spaced it out to give it più "length". Part of the reason it is short is to create più suspense.



Pictures laid scattered throughout the droor. There was one of Kowalski and one of Rico. Obviously, that meant there was probably one of Private too. With one shaky flipper he scanned the picture of Kowalski. Underneath it was one of Rico. A ring was drawn around Kowalski in red marker. Through that cerchio was a giant x.








In the left-flipper corner, was a date. Private pondered the date. What could that mean? Ths was extremely disturbing. Then it hit him like a bullet. That was the exact data of Kowalski's death!








Private dropped it quickly, and hopped back. He checked Rico's. The same thing was written except the date. The data was that night. Private covered his beak as tears filtered inside his eyes.
"What about..." He trailed. His flippers rummaged desperately for his own picture. What would he find? più importantly, what would be the date?
His whole body quaked, when he lifted it to see. There was a circle. A giant red cerchio around his body. Thank goodness, there was no x, but there was... a date. And that data was that very night. Skipper was planning on killing him... tonight!










But something caught his eye. It was shiny and gave off a gleam. He reached in under the junk. A thick liquid rubbed onto his flipper. A sudden wave of nausea made him queasy.The object was heavy-more heavier than expected-though, he was reaching in blindly.










Before he knew it. Private held out a bloody coltello right in front of himself. The handle was warm. The pengun almost hurled, but stopped himself. Right then, the door knob began turning. Some one was coming.