Pirate's Code: The Adventures of Mickey Matson

Just give me the code!

What if one of

the higher-ups knew that we--

Bouncin' Betty!

It's Bouncin' Betty!

Target locked.

Death imminent.

Access code accepted.

That was close.

You're telling me.

Access granted.

Gotta love technology.

Put on your hoods.

Sorry for the false alarm,

SENT-i.

Be good now.

Okay, you can take

those things off now.

Holy cow.

What is this place?

For a very select

group of kids,

this is the happiest place

on earth, Camp Lincoln,

Secret Order of the Patriot

headquarters

and training grounds.

Who are we?

The SOP.

Assess, dismantle.

Who are these people,

the kids ?

They're just like you,

handpicked by the order

to be the next generation

of the SOP.

If they're just like us,

how come they're here

and we aren't?

Mickey, we had to wait 'ti!

that mess you got wrapped up in

with the Copperheads

died down,

and, quite frankly,

you aren't old enough.

You have been selected

in advanced

cryptologic linguist unit.

Too young, huh?

What about these three?

I just graduated from Princeton

with a degree in astrophysics.

There are exceptions, and you

two have an exception as well.

Someone important

asked on ya.

Cadet Ariel.

Cell phones, please.

Welcome to

SOP headquarters.

ifs amazing.

Recruits, listen up.

Transport to survival

training leaves in 5 minutes.

Master Sergeant Stumpwater

is waiting on us.

Remember your gear.

You'll be outward bound

for 5 days.

Alright, cadets,

let's move it.

Go on.

Mic key.

Look at you.

Hello, Sully.

Oh!

Look at you guys.

So are we goin'

with you guys?

Oh, no, not on this trip.

The elites are holdin'

down the fort.

I think there's other plans

for the two of you.

Good to see ya,

Mic key.

What's our status?

I want to hear the commands.

Power cells are charged.

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