two in a million

It wouldn’t be the first time Guy had  ‘dressed up’, but all other occurrences he had been ushered into by his colleagues, and even then his holiday spirit was still unmistakably lacking. Some face-paint or a hat was often all he’d don.

Uncomfortably shifting in thought, he quickly placed a flipper on Gary’s shoulder to prevent him from waddling away.

JPG: Well, of course I do. But that's okay. Dads are supposed to be old.

Gary: But I'm still cool, right? Your old man is cool?

JPG: Yeah... no one says cool anymore. That's an old-penguin thing. Now we say "iced," as in, "That mission was so iced."

Gary: Iced, eh?

JPG: ... When you put it that way, it's kinda... un-iced.

—“You’re breaking up, G, I repeat, you’re breaking up!” 

HE WAS NO EAGLE, but he’d trained himself to see like one. With ease he could take action and complete the mission in minutes. There was no doubt that the perpetrator could be lost in an instant with the cloud of trees below him, but he had his keen eyes locked in and ready.He just needed the direct order.

❛ Your signal disappeared off of my scan, since i’m the one who sent you out here in the first place it’s my responsibility. I wanted to find you, myself. ❜ Due to a snow storm, he didn’t wish to waste time waiting for the medic crew nor any of his friends either. His expression forms to a frown, in silence he observes Guy’s injuries. ❛ I am so sorry i sent you out here … it was not worth it.  ❜

❛ what is your injury report? ❜

Despite the consequences, Guy did not believe it was Gary’s fault. Guy knew full well the risks that came with being an agent. Even if those risks came about from delivering something.  He didn’t voice this, however. Even though he could talk, he currently found it draining, and he wanted to remain awake as long as possible.

His sudden movement startles him for a few seconds, after it passes he tries to hold up support for him as he lays back again. ❛ Yes, it’s G! I am here. ❜ He tightens his grip on the agent, to be sure he doesn’t fall over, to also provide comfort somewhat. ❛ – Please, be careful and stay where you are. Can you speak at all? Are you able to see? ❜ He would remove the sunglasses off of Guy’s face, however, he wondered if it been best to keep as is and not risk further harm.

Gary’s answer was confirmation enough for Guy to relax in his grip. He would’ve nodded his head in answer to Gary’s question as an alternative to talking, however, he was almost certain that’d only cause more problems. He took notice of the extra layer of fabric around him; Gary’s lab coat. Which very well meant that Gary was under-dressed for being out in such temperatures.

To witness Guy in this rough of shape, it began to bring tears to his eyes. His mission in life to protect the island and to assist anyone – even Herbert before – when in need of help. He hoped it’d been only an ACCIDENT, that his theory is wrong.

He tries to hold in his feelings, however, as he must move him away him toward a drier area. As snow surrounds them, he selects a laser option on his watch and uses it to melt a circle of snow nearby.

Gary lifts up Guy from under his arms to drag him out of the snow bank and onto the dry patch. Once away from snow, he puts a flipper under him and holds him to alleviate his head. ❛ It’s all right son, stay awake and try to relax your muscles. ❜ 

It was likely he had just reached consciousness by the time Gary had found him, yet hadn’t the concentration nor strength to acknowledge anything going on around him. He only shifted his head in response to Gary dragging him away. 

His breathing was ragged and shallow. A sudden bout of alertness caused him to place a flipper on the ground in an effort to push himself up, but he clenched his teeth when a rapid pain shot up through his arm, and he laid back once again. His arm likely wasn’t broken, but rather heavily bruised.

Hours past the time Guy was due to report in to the agency for information on the mission, and here he was. Unconscious in a snow bank, where a small streak of the ground was visible; likely because he skidded into the snow when he had crashed.One lens of his sunglasses were cracked, and his suit was additionally torn in some places. Whether he had hit anything coming down, was unknown.

The fact Guy came in with no words spoken gave him a lot of concern, as what ever it is must have been important enough to effect his mood. He settled back at his desk though turned his chair to face Guy.  His initial response is ‘What?’ in a confused tone, almost completely taken back. He takes a moment to figure out how to go about this, clearing his throat. ❛  What? How did this happen?  ❜

While Guy was evidently relieved at finally getting the news out to Gary, there was no doubt he still had to tell Rookie. Which would, unquestionably, be even worse.  When Gary brought up the question of how the disc actually broke, Guy decided he needed to be blunt with him, as usual. However, this time it was much more difficult.

Guy enters without much a word. His eyes shot a brief glance at the door to see if it was shut. He appeared to be mostly composed, until he actually made eye contact with Gary. Then, his brows furrowed in distress.

He opened his beak to speak, but had a hard time actually allowing the words to escape. He paused momentarily to gather the gumption, before finally speaking.

❛ Excellent!  ❜  The inventor does an excited clap while looking on at the creature, now in Guy’s arms. ❛ – !!! Yes, I am prepared. ❜ He lifts up the boot into his arms, his other flipper grabbing onto his fisher-rod 2999 – quite measly compared to the possibly 40 pound creature curled up in Guy’s flippers.   ❛ I cannot wait to get back to camp and examine it! Oh, and thank you very much for the assistance, son. ❜

The whole trip back consisted of Gary theorizing about what it may be, along with him praising Guy on reeling in such a thing.

The trek back to camp took a bit longer than the trek down to the river. Though, with a giant fish in Guy’s arms, likely walking uphill, was certain to make things slower. When the trees around them seemed to thicken, it was apparent they were finally nearing the campsite.

Once there, Guy let the fish down on the ground, where it continued to persistently flop its tail around, its fins additionally moving. 

Gary lifts a flipper in attempt to shield himself from the water it swooshed everywhere, though it splashes him anyway. He takes his spectacles off to wipe them with his shirt while speaking.  ❛ It does make up for it! and ha, more like an electric shaver. ❜ He laughs, even if they hadn’t caught anything very edible in this trip.  

❛ If it isn’t too much trouble, do you think we can bring it back to camp? I would very much like to analyze it, before setting it free. Unless, you would like some oversize fish sticks for dinner with extra hair. ❜ While speaking, the creature tries to slowly wiggle away over toward the boot.

The fish was sopping wet, literally. Which, in a way, kept the creature hydrated. Guy didn’t know much about fish anatomy at all, but he’d come across this fish personally before. “Yeah, I can carry it.” He let loose of the tusk before leaning down to grab the nylon rope, pulling it from the snapped end of the stick and rolling it up. No need to throw more garbage into the lake.

He once again grabbed the fish by the tusks, but instead hefted it up into his arms. He’d carry it over his shoulder, but he’d rather avoid getting his jetpack wet.