“Let’s see how cute and cuddly handles this next bit,” Classified said under his breath.
But the penguins kept their cool as the VTOL zoomed toward the iceberg, looking like it was going to crash into it
at any moment. Just before they made contact, a door slid open on the side of the iceberg, allowing them to fly
inside.
“Nice doggy door,” Skipper scoffed.
Classified brought the VTOL to a stop on a landing pad. Another door opened in front of them to reveal the
North Wind headquarters: a massive high-tech fortress with dozens of agents scurrying about.
An announcement rang through the compound. ‘§Arrival. Pad seventeen. Arrival. Pad seventeen.”