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Chapter 12

Duckburg (Saturday Evening)

The Beagle-boys were in the cell next to him; Gimbel was ignorant of Duckburg except for the Beagle-boys (he'd heard about them in the Ice Cream Parlor down the street from the cheap hotel room he'd rented). Gimbel couldn't exactly act impressed once he saw them. Fighting among themselves—he was brought back to home thinking about how his siblings and he'd fought almost every day like that. Sighing he rolled over on the wooden bench in the cell, ignoring them (or trying to) until one of them called out to him, "Hey, hey, pal."

He rolled over, narrowing his eyes, "What?"

"You're a new face in town, eh?" Asked a chubby looking Beagle-boy with a rather high-pitched voice, "What'cha in f'r?"

"Taking several sheets of paper in an attempt to create a super-weapon charged by a radioactive element…" Gimbel voice was lull and unexcited. "I'm in here on my own will, mostly."

"Ya, buddy, freewill! Dat's exactly why we're here too!" Laughed another one, Gimbel only grumbled. "So, how y'a going to bust outt'a here, if you're in here on your own."

"Not now." Gimbel laughed, sitting up on the edge of the bench. "Scrooge McDuck and I haven't had our talk yet. Plus, I want to wait until I've had something to eat first."

All of the Beagle-boys roared with laughter. Jeering and pointing at Gimbel for acting as if the Duckburg Jail was a vacation resort or something of that nature. Gimbel only shrugged and returned to resting on the bench, saying, "You'll see soon enough as it rains."

"When it rains?" Asked the high-pitched one, "What's gunna happen when it rains?"

"It's when I escape. The weather said it was a good chance this afternoon." Gimbel smiled, "And I'll go to Saint Canard and see my brother and his daughter."

"A family guy, eh? We're like that. Our Ma' is going to bust us out, any day now."

"Oh, okay." The raven smiled and nodded. "Have fun when you go but don't get into too much trouble."

Another roar of laughter erupted from the group. "Sure, sure. We never get into trouble, Mr…"

"Rainbird. Gimbel Von Rainbird."

Later that afternoon, just as Gimbel had predicted, Scrooge McDuck called on him. Instead of making the rich duck go to the jailhouse to see the raven, they instead set up a room for the two of them to speak. It was an unused interrogation room, with a single table and two chairs, one for each side. Scrooge was waiting instead when they brought Gimbel to join him, he looked none too pleased with the situation. As soon as Gimbel sat down Scrooge began to clear his throat. "Listen, Rainbird, I'm not sure ye' game it is ye' playing but if ye' return those documents I will hold no charges on ye'."

"It's not a game. We're trying to destroy the world." Gimbel's mood darkened. "I'm telling you this because I am at a loss myself. One part of me wants to stay loyal to the one fowl that has never betrayed me… and another is in love with life so much I don't want anything destroyed."

Scrooge McDuck bit his bill, looking both confused and still angry. "Fine. I had a feelin' ye' wanted to meet with me."

"You of all people should know something about what I will be telling you. Evaroniite." Gimbel let his hands rest on the table. "After all it was your labs that found the first evidence that it existed, I found that out through recent publications, so it's no secret."

Evaroniite. When Scrooge had taken control of Ducklair Tower he never expected his nephew to be involved in the events that would take place. Evaroniite was a byproduct of that adventure. It was highly unstable and transferable to almost any other object—giving that object radioactive elements. Dangerous stuff…

Scrooge wondered if the raven suffered from somewhat of a split personality; when they'd caught him he was nothing but a silly, nonsensical raven that thought of Gizmoduck as a playmate more than an adversary. And Webby herself had said the raven was not threatening to her in the least. "Yes, what about the evaroniite?"

"You found it by strange circumstance, no one knows what circumstance that might be, but hoped to use it as a fuel. But your researchers found it unable to be contained and found that it would not burn or be destroyed by any other means. It would contaminate whatever you tried to put it inside. In short, it was a reusable resource but it could not be controlled like you wished. So you dropped the project and the research. But…"

"But?" Scrooge echoed, noting the raven left the moment open for suspense, if anything.

"But since the substance cannot be destroyed because of its radioactive properties it must have been difficult for you to dispose of properly."

McDuck shook his head, "We couldn't destroy it. It remains in the labs, in the same containers we found it in. Those to this day those containers, alien in materia', are the only things able to contain evaroniite without being contaminated by it. But wha' does that have to do with anything?"

"My brother found evaroniite in South America. It had been used as a sort of secret-keeping instructions to a weapon. The weapon is super-powered to some high level, but he will not tell me the reason he is chasing it. He is gathering all of the evaroniite to one place and using it to control this weapon." Gimbel smiled as he watched the concern grow on Scrooge McDuck's face. "It's no use trying to stop me by containing me here. I only meant to tell you this because I want to know something."

"What's migh' tha' be?" Scrooge asked with a frown fixed in his face.

"Was evaroniite brought to this planet by aliens? Aliens bent on taking over this planet?" Gimbel asked without a shred of humor gracing his face. Scrooge only nodded to his statement, "Thank you for being honest. I am sure that the weapon my brother is hatching for FOWL is a weapon intended to destroy the planet then…"

Scrooge swallowed deeply, "So, ye' don't want to be a part of this than just refuse to help. Hand us the papers and be done with it."

Gimbel shook his head. "He's my brother and the only part of my Unkindness that will speak to me. Others shun me; and I refuse to leave him. I leave stopping him in your hands… I'm sorry for that."

"Raven be strange creatures indeed. Ye' don't like what ye' brother's doing, yet you will still follow him?" Scrooge mused, "I am glad my own family does not have such loyalty."

Gimbel smiled, "Good, than you don't have a problem with stopping us?"

"I will do my darnd'est to stop you from trying to destroy the world, but how will your brother fair without you by his side?" Scrooge asked narrowing his eyes. "After all, those papers you stole are part of the instructions made of evaroniite you mentioned, I assume."

"Yes, they are. And my brother will not be alone for much longer. I will be joining him…" Gimbel said.

"Not if I can help it!" Scrooge slammed his fist to the table. "Ye' will be spending many-a night in here, Mr. Paper Thief!"

"Thank you for saying that but I think I must try my all to get out, you understand." Gimbel smiled, "It's only fair, after all I am still on my brother's side."

"What strange fowl you are…" Scrooge sighed. "Very well, then. You will be staying here for a long time…"

Scrooge made well of his promise, two more guards were posted outside of the jail cell that held Gimbel and several outside the barred window that led outside. Gimbel had gotten fed just like the others in the jailhouse, but for some reason he felt no urge to eat. He sighed and looked down at the full plate. Thinking to himself: Could I just stay here until my brother loses, or until he is foiled? No… That's not an option. Mim-z… Mim-z is who I will escape for… not my brother.

Kids were something he was surprisingly good with, Gimbel didn't know why. Maybe it was their unlimited imagination or something like that.

Outside the rain began to plop on the sill, drowning out the laughter of the Beagle-boys in the next cell. Gimbel stood up, turning to the Beagle-boys, "Hey, you want to see a trick?"

Actually, Gimbel was grateful for being placed next to the Beagle-boys, otherwise he would have a difficult time escaping. He needed eyes to fool for his illusions to be perfect. The Beagles looked to him, one even crossing his arms in disbelief, then Gimbel began his Raven's trick. His eyes were intense as he turned from the Beagle-boys to the iron bars of the jail—putting a hand level with the bars. Then, slowly he inched his hand towards the bar, and upon contact with the bar his fingers went through the bars as if they were liquid. The others in the jail all gasped, this got the attention of the guards, their eyes opening wide with shock, "What on earth are you trying to pull!" They didn't step forward to stop him, only backwards as if they saw something frightening—as it would be imagined to see a hand going through iron with ease.

Gimbel smiled with confidence, as he pushed his hand out of the cell to the point of his elbow being outside the cell. "The keys." The guards looked at each other, and one moved forward grasping for the keys on his beltline. But before he could hand them over to the raven a voice from outside the window cried out. Gimbel's concentration wavered for a moment, suddenly but for a moment everything was backwards and distorted to the eyes of the guards: to their imagination they saw they were handing the raven the keys as he stood at the back of the jail cell both hands against the wall. But that scene flashed back as soon as the raven's concentration grew stronger.

"What are you doing! Stop!" Cried out the guards standing post outside, they were watching from the raining night outside. "Don't unlock the door, you'll let him free!"

But it was too late for their persuasion, Gimbel had convinced them with his trick that he was in control—and they had no choice but to unlock the door. Once outside the Beagle-boys all stood agape, the guards all confused and Gimbel only nodded and walked from the room. The outside guards scrambled inside the building, hoping to head off the raven. One, a short canine with red-tinted hair, looked to his partner and asked, "What on earth are they thinking! They just let him out. All he did was ask!"

"I don't know but we can stop him ourselves. Keep an eye out for him." Said the other, a gruff older looking police officer glancing around the area. "He's got to be here somewhere…"

"You're right. I am here, I just had to get my articles from the evidence room and walk away." A voice behind them said; they turned to see the raven. Both took their weapons from their holsters and pointed them to the raven, threatening to fire if he did not comply. He only shrugged his shoulders and walked towards them. They did not fire, they would not. "Please don't take this too harshly on yourselves for letting me go… Tell Mr. Robot I look forward to his arrival in Saint Canard. If he wishes to stop me that is."

But as he spoke the raven turned to see none other than Gizmoduck standing before him. To this the bird only smiled and nodded. "That's more like it... I didn't want to get out without a fight."

Author's notes: I felt rather stuck on the last two chapters. But I feel like the two Rainbirds have finally shown their alliances. I never meant to make them so complicated. But the good news is, thanks to this story I feel like I can write a sequel to Oblivion's Return. (Doesn't make sense does it?) Anyhow, about Evaroniite. It's something I made up since I found out about P.K. into the Shadows—the GameCube game about the Italian Donald Duck superhero. The villains are aliens called Evaronians. And instead of Martians I used the Evaronians as the aliens that attacked the planet and left the weapon. Sorry if that's taking things too far. I won't use the Evaronians too much, or get into P.K. since this is a Darkwing Duck fanfiction but I didn't want to use Martians for some reason.

And now I feel the need to blabber about Raven Magic/Tricks. Like Morgana said in the previous chapter they aren't really Magic tricks, they are like Illusions. Really mostly like Hypnotism and visual-illusions. They mostly just stand there and hypnotize people into thinking something is happening that isn't. Morgana is right—anyone can learn to trick people into thinking they see something they didn't… like a Magician's trick of making a dove appear in a hat. It's all to do with visual illusion.