Reality;
Skipper woke up; he gasped and sat up straight. Unfortunately he forgot about the roof of his bed. “Ow!” He moaned, he shook his head and looked around. Determined not to fall asleep again, after 5 минуты his eyelids became heavy and he rested his head on his подушка once more….The nightmare of a memory carried on…
The baby пингвин gasped as he saw the bottom of the ocean floor crack in 2, the man swam a little further backwards. A huge steel door appeared, it looked brand new. It sat flat on the ocean bed; there was some sort if a scanner which was meant for a hand on the side. Predictably the man placed his hand on the scanner, the door opened up; they were sucked into a room.
After the water drained, the man took Skipper from his cage and carried him. They walked towards yet another steel door. “Welcome to your new home… Hmmm, I still haven’t дана Ты a name yet have I? How about…Skipper.” The man smiled at Skipper, he placed his hand on the scanner, the door opened and Skipper was amazed and frightened at what he saw.
Reality;
The breath was knocked out of Skipper; he had rolled out of bed. “Thank Neptune…” He looked at his team, who were sleeping so soundly. Skipper sat down and wiped his forehead, he was dripping with sweat. What didn’t help with the amount of fear Skipper was dealing with was the darkness in the HQ and the unnatural glow that came from the pool outside, the glow came from the porthole that Skipper was gleaming at. Once again Skipper’s eyelids dropped…
The man threw Skipper into another cage. “You will be trained in the desert, the Sahara… Don’t disappoint me Skipper…Your life depends on it.” The man cackled and walked off. Skipper was in a room with many other animal cages, he noticed a small пингвин in the corner of the cage Далее to him, he was tall and skinny. “Hello!!”Skipper smiled cheerfully. The пингвин turned around, tears filled his eyes. “Hello…” He replied miserably “What’s wrong?” Skipper asked. The little пингвин turned around and pointed to the cage Далее to him, there sat another penguin… A shorter one, еще pudgy and he had a scar across his face. “What about him?” Skipper asked the taller penguin. “ He took my notebook and pencil.” Skipper frowned at the other пингвин “Give it back to… Whats your name?” Skipper asked the taller one. “I don’t have one neither does he.” Kowalski pointed to Rico. “You don’t have names?” Skipper was shocked. Both the penguins shook their heads, Skipper sheepishly carried on. “So…Please give him his paper and stuff back?” The shorter one obediently did as he was told.
Suddenly all three penguins were grabbed out of their cages, and thrown into one small cage. They were dragged to what looked like a garbage chute. The same man that had captured Skipper walked up to them and сказал(-а) “Train well little ones, oh, Skipper give this to your trainer…You will find it helpful.” He gave Skipper an anvelope, it was huge compared to little Skippers body. Then they were sucked up a tube and loaded onto a plane… In this plane journey Skipper and the other two penguins became Друзья , they were only fed old rotten fish. 15 hours later they landed on the desert sand, they were carried to what looked like a boot-camp in the middle of nowhere. A man grabbed the penguins one-by-one to the camp, Skipper was left last. As the man reached out into the cage, Skipper slipped the envelope into his hands. The man read it and grunted, he took Skipper and the cage back to the plane. “SKIPPPEEERRRR!!!!”The two Друзья called out. “BOYYS!!! STAY STRONG!!”Skipper said, it sounded funny…But he liked the fact that they nodded back, it made him feel better. The man climbed into the plane and pulled out what Skipper thought to have been a fridge, he picked up the enormous object and nodded to Skipper to tell him to follow. They walked on the hot sand for what seemed to be hours, until Skipper saw what seemed to be a separate camp. He was right, it was a humans boot-camp, not a training centre where his Друзья were put into.
What followed were 6 months of pure torture, the dream seemed to fast-forward at this part. Obstacle courses, running, and target-shooting. Skipper was obviously a outsider, but the soldiers were very nice to him, they fed him extra treats after meals, but the person Skipper looked up to was Commando Elixir. Their trainer and Sargent, whatever he said, goes, Skipper admired him for this.
Then Skippers nightmare slowed down to that Freezing night, that haunted Skipper. Everyone was sleeping soundly in their cots inside their tents, then they heard machine Оружие go off. Everyone tucked and rolled, Skipper was petrified, they leopard-crawled out the tent. Skipper looked back, his friend James, was lying on the ground with a pool of blood surrounding him. They grabbed Оружие and ammunitions, as Skipper was about to grab a gun from the warehouse, when a flipper grabbed him from behind. “Skipper! Its us!! We managed to escape!” сказал(-а) the taller one. “Guys! What are Ты doing here! We are under attack!” Skipper whispered. “So run!” сказал(-а) the shorter one. “A soldier never stands down!” Skipper exclaimed, before he finished his sentence, bullets flew through the tent. “Can I still take your offer for running away?” Skipper cried. They left the tent and ran, Skipper looked back and let out a scream. All his friends, all the soldiers that he had trained with… Were lying on the floor, lifeless.
The 3 Друзья set off into the unforgiving desert, it was a freezing evening, as they sprinted away from the camp, they could still hear the sound of bullets flying everywhere. After they had travelled far enough so that they couldn’t сердце bullets anymore, they slowed down to a walk. “So do Ты guys have names yet?” Skipper panted. “Yup! The other Животные decided to call me Cactus!”Said the taller one, Skipper thought for a moment. “How about…Kowalski?” Skipper smiled. “Kowalski…That sounds smart!!!” Smiled the newly-named penguin. “And you?” Skipper looked at Rico. “Everyone called me Bomb at the camp…” сказал(-а) the penguin. “ How about…Resco? That’s sounds like a combustible name!” сказал(-а) Kowalski. “Yah Ты are the smart one…How about Rico?” Smiled Skipper. “Yah! I like the sound of that!” сказал(-а) the newly-named penguin.
Suddenly the sound of a truck appeared, Rico looked around and gasped. “RUUUUUNNNNNN!!!”He yelled. All three immediately started running, but it was useless. There were a few rocks nearby that formed a small cave. Skipper pointed to it and Rico and Kowalski nodded, they dived into the small cave and huddled together. When Skipper got there he realised that the cave wasn’t big enough to hold all 3 of them, if he had to try and hid in there to, he would give their positions away. Suddenly Skipper’s fathers voice came to mind “ Save others before yourself, if Ты die, Ты die with honour.” Skipper gulped, looked at his Друзья and сказал(-а) “I’m sorry…” He ran away from the cave, after a few минуты of running, the truck was right up against him. A man jumped out of the truck and grabbed Skipper. He was a Nigerian man, blood covered his one arm, he had broken sunglasses on and has a vest-shirt on. “Come Skipper, Ты need better training and еще rules from now on.” With that the man put Skipper under his arm and walked off into the truck. The last time Kowalski and Rico saw their friend was when terror filled the penguins face as he was placed inside the truck.
“Well…It looks like Ты are a bit of a coward lil guy. Guess there is only one place that can fix that up, guess Ты will pick up a bad Danish accent but who cares if Ты can kill 20 people in one shot.” Danish…Skipper was going to denmark