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An Arctic Tale The sky was black outside the Club Penguin Times window. Aunt Arctic sat inside typing furiously on her desktop computer, however for once she was not writing another issue of the Times. (Besides, she mused quietly, Herbert had that covered.) This pwnguin was doing her most important job. And saving the world.

Once again Aunt Arctic resisted the urge to contact G as she would normally. He and the others were gone. Frozen in small capsules in that hideous fortress. It was up to Aunt Arctic. Not the editor of the Times-the Director. (And, of course, a few of her most trusted agents. She's already sent Hermione in. So far, so good. But Aunt Arctic knew Herbert was coming for her. She knew she wasn't safe. Aunt Arctic pressed "send" on her final message and rose shakily to the window. She looked outside at the dark, cold, world Club Penguin had become.

She had never expected thia to happen.

Aunt Arctic remembered the early days of Club Penguin, When the Lighthouse was broken, the stage had not been built and it seemed like Club Penguin was nothing but fun, innocence, and snowballs. She had always written her column, "Ask Aunt Arctic", but hermost important job began when she was approached by Gary the Gadget Guy.

Gary had believed that Club Penguin was in danger. He believed the Penguins needed a Police Force...in the shadows to prevent panic. He believed himself notthe best candidate to lead it.

He believed Aunt Arctic was.

At first, she had mulled it over, considered carefully. She loved the island and didn't want to start living in the shadows. However, that was why she had to startstaying inthe shadows- she loved Club Penguin.

Luckily, she still found ways to join into the fun of parties. The PSA was a success, as was the EPF. The popcorn explosion changed 'nothing.

This, however, did.

They knew who she was. The agents were captured, Rockhopper was away, Sensei seemed impassive to the current events and Cadence- Cadence was juggling DJing with the resistance. that DJ was never one to be held under Dictatorship. Aunt Arctic made a mental note to consider her for EPF status.

If she survived this.

Suddenly, Aunt Arctic had to stifle a scream. There was that awful bear, lumbering towards the coffee shop. Aunt Arctic thought fast- she would either have time to make a break for the back exit, go home to her igloo and be safe with her beloved puffles...or email the final instruction and save the day. Aunt Arctic knew what she had to do. For Club Penguin. Taking one last long look at the island she loved, Aunt Arctic hurried to her desk and typed the final instructions. She pressed "send" as she heard the creaking of the stairs. Then quietly, she pulled out a picture of her puffles and gazed at it.

"Well, well, if it isn't Director Arctic" a harsh voice whispered from the doorway. Aunt Arctic didn't even bother to turn her head. And the next second, she felt colder then ice.