Penguins of Anarchy III: Edge of Disaster

Nine

The next day, Drake sat with Glyphton, Celtic, and Larikos at the same table as the day before. "Well, it looks like you have no shortage of followers now," Larikos remarked.

"Yeah," Drake replied bluntly.

"Kinda sad that most of them will probably die in the escaping process," Glyphton said.

"You never answered my question from yesterday," Celtic put in. "Where are we headed? Antarctica? Asia? Where?"

"We're uh...not leaving the country right away," Drake muttered.

Glyphton and Larikos froze as they were eating at the sound of Drake's words. Larikos let glop drip from his mouth as he asked, "We're not?"

"I got myself captured for a reason, and I'm not leaving America until I finish my mission," Drake stated quietly.

"What mission is that—dare I ask?" Glyphton asked doubtfully.

"You two were in the military once, right?" Drake asked, speaking to Glyphton and Celtic. "That's how you ended up here, right?"

"Yeah," Glyphton replied.

"Of course," Celtic answered. "I was in the Antarctican military like you."

"Same here," Glyphton added.

"Good," Drake said. "We keep this between us; we can't send all the prisoners where we'll be going. We need a small team, one aircraft, for one quick operation before we head for Antarctica."

"Well if you don't tell me what that operation is, I'm out," Glyphton stated firmly.

Drake nodded. "The other prisoners can take the remaining aircraft and head wherever they want." Drake pointed at Felly two tables across, who was too busy devouring her food to notice him. "But she comes with us, no matter what. She's one of mine."

"Sure, no problem. Now get to the plan," Glyphton insisted impatiently.

Drake was about to explain it to them when the bell rang, and the prisoners began filing out of the cafeteria back to their cells. "Tomorrow I'll tell you everything," Drake promised his three comrades.

But as Drake was still speaking, he noticed Felly passing him as she was leaving. The two locked eyes for a moment, and Drake barely noticed the sharp shard of glass in Felly's flipper before she lunged at him. Drake managed to stop Felly's arm from driving the shard into his chest as they fell to the floor.

Celtic and Glyphton were about to assist Drake when two guards aimed their pistols at them, ordering them not to move. They didn't want another big fight like they had the other day, when Celtic killed a guard.

So Drake was on his own. He shoved Felly off of him and tried to get to his feet, but she leapt back on top of him and tried stabbing him again. Drake slammed her wrist into the table and caused her to involuntarily drop her shard. She tried to reach for it, but Drake got his feet under her, pushed, and launched her over the table.

Drake grabbed the shard and quickly stood up. Felly, on the other side of the table, grabbed the backs of the necks of both guards and slammed their heads into the table, knocking them unconscious. She then grabbed both of their pistols and aimed them at Drake.

Drake froze, dropped the glass shard, and raised his flippers above his head. "Don't do it, Felly. You don't have to."

Tears were streaming down Felly's face. "You killed Dreemo. You betrayed all of us. How do I know you won't do more harm if I don't kill you now?"

"Because Dreemo's alive!" Drake exclaimed.

"Don't lie to me, Drake!" Felly shouted angrily, jerking her pistols toward him.