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The summer night in Big City was silent apart from the sounds of rock music from the rock bar the Golden Penguin where rock music was where it was at.
The solitary figure stood on an outcropping of rocks on the coast. Dressed in traditional Ninja garments and carrying a black backpack and a sword slung behind his back, he took out a pair of binoculars and studied the home that was only a few hundred yards away from his position.
His mission was clear. The victims should be asleep in the house. He would kill the three of them and then he would raid the garage for the three motorbikes that his employer had requested he steal.
He stashed the binoculars back into his pack and slipped a black hood over his face. It was time to get the job done. He broke into a full run until he reached the perimeter of the house.
The security systems were easy enough to infiltrate. The intruder found the boxes around the perimeter of the compound and disabled each of them. He came back around to the east wall and using a grappling hook he had in his pack, climbed the the wall with ease and made his way to the house.
The floorplan the intruder had studied indicated that his victim's bedrooms were on the top floor. He carefully crept across the floor, slowly up the stairs and carefully creeped into one of the bedrooms. At the center of the room was the first target he was seeking. He noted a large penguin sleeping in the middle of a massive bed.
Looking the sleeping penguin over, his description matched the one of the three penguins that the inruder was given for the first intended victim. The intruder stood at the edge of the bed, and unsheathed his sword. He raised it over his head, ready to finish the first part of his mission.
It was then two more penguins stared at the intruder and the medium sized penguin did a flying leap kick. Taken by surprise, the intruder stumbled and fell to the ground. He was none to pleased and attempted to push the penguin off of him.
"Get off of me, pal." his voice was low and menacing.
"No one talks to Marlon Penguin like that." Marlon snarled as he ordered the smallest penguin to grab hold of the intruder's hood and pulled it off.
Rocky Penguin was by no means a sound sleeper but it took a few moments for his sleep-fogged brain to register that he wasn't alone in his bedroom. Waking quickly, he scrambled out of bed taking in the scene of Marlon and Bluey both tugging at an intuder. He madly scrambled for the pistol beside his bed, switched off the safety and aimed for the intruder.
However, his frustration mounted when he couldn't get a clear shot for both Marlon and Bluey continued to pounce on the intruder.
"Guys, get away from him!" Rocky commanded. However, the effect he got wasn't quite what he expected.
Rocky looked on in amazement as he saw the intruder stiffen almost in reply to the command he gave Marlon and Bluey. Seeing an opportunity, he rushed toward the intruder but was met with a fist to the jaw. Stars danced in front of his eyes as he staggered back.
As his vision cleared, Rocky heard the smashing of his bedroom window. He massaged his jaw and being mindful of the broken glass, stepped carefully to the window and looked out across the yard.
He could see no sign of the intruder. Walking over to a control panel near the light switch, Marlon flicked a button.
"Okay, Bluey, locate that intruder." Marlon said cooly feelign glad Professor Boring put a real speaking chip in Bluey's brain.
"That guy's left the house and jumped out of the window, Marlon." Bluey stated.
As both he and Rocky walked back over to the scene of the struggle, Marlon kneeled and picked up the hood that the intruder used. He turned it inside and out, looking for clues and managed to spot a couple of hairs caught in one of the seams. Bluey carefully walked over and sat down besde his comrades and gave them a quizzical look.
"Well, Penguins, it seems our assasin left a calling card," Marlon mused. "Can it be Doom even thouguh we haven't seen him in over 10 years?"
I usually think Professor Boring likes to extrapolate DNA himself but I wanna know know who's trying to kill us. thought Marlon as Bluey picked up the hairs and connected them to his laptop.
"JOEY, extrapolate DNA and compare with known database archives," Bluey told his computer. After another thought, he added "Also implement security percaution level 2."
"Understood." came the monotone feminine voice from the computer.
Yawning, Rocky got to his feet and turned to go back to bed. The level 2 security protocol would lock down the compound enough to get a good night's sleep. Usually if JOEY had to search all of the available DNA databases, it took most of the night.
A completion tone issued from JOEY and all three penguins turned in some surprise.
"That was quick, JOEY," said Rocky. "Display results on monitor one."
Marlon, Rocky and Bluey all turned to the far wall as it switched on and promptly staggered back.
It can't be... thought Bluey.
"JOEY," Bluey stated. "Enough with the jokes."
"DNA study completed," came JOEY's curt reply. "Sample matches 99.9% with subject on file."
Holy cow. thought Rocky as he felt the blood drain from his face.
Numbmess washed over the penguins. Any last questions would erase any doubt in their minds but they were all afraid to ask it. So many years of joy with no Caractus P. Doom but they had to find out.
"Probability DNA's been cloned?" Marlon choked out.
There was a pause before JOEY replied "Probability of cloning: 10.654%. Age of sample and genetic markers inidcate that this sample is legitimate."
The penguins all hung their heads completly overwhelmed. Years of happiness from Doom's disappearence came back to the surface in an instant. If what they were seeing was true-
Spurred into action, Bluey dropped back into the seat at the edge of the table and adjusted a few controls and said "JOEY, Priority One. Locate Harry Slime."