"So, any luck on finding your Grandpa?" Dewey asked, after a long moment of silence.

Gosalyn looked out into the skyline as the first speck of light hit it. They had been out on the skyline all night talking, and watching the world go by.

"No. Bulba made sure not to leave any more traces of him since last time we faced off." Gosalyn muttered bitterly. "How about you? Found what you are looking for yet?" She asked.

Dewey bit his bottom bill.

"Not really. I thought I did -. By finding Dad -. But -." He stopped and glanced behind him at a still sleeping Webby on the couch.

Gosalyn followed his gaze and smiled warmly as she squeezed his shoulder gently.

"Do what you gotta do, Dewey. I'll watch over her, make sure she doesn't do anything stupid." Gosalyn told him.

Dewey sighed tiredly and got up.

It was time for him to leave.

"Mind if I use W.A.N.D.A for a bit first?" Dewey asked. Gosalyn raised an eyebrow. "I, I gotta check up on something." He informed her.

"Sure, go on ahead." She said, waving him in the direction. "I'll stay here and keep and eye on Pinkie."

"Thanks, Gos." Dewey said.

"I'll text you if she wakes up." She added.

Dewey nodded as he climbed down the loft and down into the bunker that was Darkwing Ducks headquarters. He ignored the narrowed eyes of Darkwing himself who had just gotten up out of bed and jumped into the computer chair.

"Hello, again, Dewford. Good to see you again." The computer said.

"Nice to hear you to W.A.N.D.A can you look up the location of the S.H.U.S.H members for me and fax them to me?" Dewey asked.

"Anything for you, Dewey." W.A.N.D.A answered.

Dewey blushed a little.

Over the years W.A.N.D.A has developed some sort of tolerance for certain people. Him, Darkwing, Launchpad, and Gosalyn were the only ones other then Fenton who had made most of Darkwing's stuff and gadgets and W.A.N.D.A felt the need to comply certain ways of communicating with them. For some reason W.A.N.D.A's way with Dewey seemed more flirtatious then anything making it extremely embarrassing for him and only hoped Webby would never find that out.

But knowing how good she is at figuring him and other stuff out, it will be most likely and Dewey wasn't looking forward to that conversation.

He heard the familiar sound of the fax machine and jumped up out of the chair and snatched it from the tray.

"Hope you ain't planning on bringing the whole organization to it's knees. Dewford." Darkwing said, crossing his arms and glaring at him. "J Gander and I are close friends so if you mess with them you mess with me rather or not Gosalyn approves or not." He snarled at him.

Dewey rolled his eyes.

"I get the message, Drake, but this isn't about that." Dewey insisted. "Someone is a traitor among S.H.U.S.H and most likely the one who killed Benita Beakly, also known as Agent 22. I have a mission to complete, before I do the one assigned to me. I will not allow another day of Webby going through the pain of not knowing. I; of all people, know how that feels." He finished his speech just as his phone buzzed.

He picked it up and glanced at it.

She's Awake! The text told him.

"Look, I gotta go." Dewey said, and quickly made it to the door before Drake decided to grab his arm making him look back at him.

"I'll see what I can find out to help you." He said finally.

Dewey blinked in surprise.

"Thanks, Drake. Oh, and tell Launchpad I'm sorry for having to leave again so soon again." Dewey said then froze when he heard Webby's voice float down from the loft.

"Gosalyn? Where am I? How'd I get here, and where is Dewey?"

Her tone was more demanding then scared or concerned and that was Dewey's cue to leave with a silent wave at Drake Mallard and an apologetic look towards the loft at Gosalyn who's eyes darted quickly to him then back at Webby who had suddenly jumped up from the couch and was cornering Gosalyn like prey.

Dewey left before Webby had a chance to turn around and see him.

He ran through the city streets of St. Canard avoiding odd looks from passersby and trying to avoid the puddles as he scanned the pages he held in his hands.

The first name on the list of S.H.U.S.H agents had him wondering if his uncle knew him at some point. He had grown up listening to Scrooge's tails of how he was once a freelance agent for S.H.U.S.H and that was how he and Beakly met. If only he wasn't on the run from the cops, F.O.W.L, and his own family he could ask him.

He had hoped that Drake would keep his word and help out on his end with this. He only hoped that this wouldn't come back and backfire on him. The less who helped the better off he'd be. He really didn't want to owe anyone any favors or get anyone hurt because of him and have it riding on what little of his conscious he had left.

He stopped running and found himself near an alley way and used the brick walls to steady himself as he caught his breath.

The sun had rose over head but there was still clouds in the sky making Dewey note that it could keep raining through out the day if he didn't get to a safe location and fast he'd get stuck in a down pour.

He sighed and was about to began running again when he heard someone step in a rain puddle behind him making him freeze.

"Hello, Dewford."

Dewey slowly turned to face who had spoken.

Louie; however, was over the moon at the fact that he had gathered reinforcements. Although, if Scrooge found out about the secret meetings he'd probably be grounded for the rest of his life. Not the first time that has happened to him, but of course he didn't care.

As long as Dewey got what he deserved.

Keeping the secret that Dewey knew and had been with their father this entire time without even a hint or an explanation to either he or Huey had him angrier then a Hornet after you accidentally stumble upon its nest, and Louie has had done that often enough on their adventures with Scrooge in the past to know how angry a Hornet can get.

"So, thanks for coming." Louie began, as everyone quieted down.

They had all squeezed into their bedroom and was rather crowded. Huey and Violet were sitting up on his bed at the top bunk, their feet dangling over the edge, Lena was leaning against the door frame arms crossed and looking rather like she wanted nothing more then to find Dewey and throttle him for 'kidnapping,' Webby, and B.O.Y.D was near the window with it opened and half hanging out of it causally.

"Let me be the first to say," Lena said, "I'm gonna kill Dewey." She snarled.

"You and me both." Louie agreed. "But first, we gotta find him. He took off with Webby and I'm pretty sure he could be heading for St. Canard." Louie told the group.

"Why would you say that?" B.O.Y.D asked.

"Because," Huey answered him. "of Launchpad."

Louie nodded.

"Right. If anyone would help Dewey out with anything it would be Launchpad who we all know is in St. Canard right now with Drake Mallard and Gosalyn," Louie paused and glanced over at Lena, "Webby could be with them, but for all we know, Dewey could have left her there and have done been gone by now."

"Why would he leave Webby them?" Violet asked.

"To keep her safe." Louie answered. "Apparently F.O.W.L has ordered Dewey to kill her and vise versa. Dewey will keep his distance from her knowing that." He added.

"He better." Lena muttered.

"Now, what we need to figure out why F.O.W.L is after the journal. Bradford; of course, seems to think the world would be better off without us in it, so maybe he wants to use one of the artifacts to do that." Louie stated.

He glanced up at Huey who had taken out the journal already from under his hat and was already flipping through it. They thought it was necessary for them to keep it with them for now. Keeping it in one place too long would no doubt be dangerous.

"The only two things we haven't found are the Third Eye Diamond, and the Stone of What Was." Huey told them. "We already know about the Harp of Mervana, the Fountain of Youth, and of course the Lost Lamp of Collie Baba..."

"Neither of them things seem harmless to get rid of the Scrooge McDuck Clan." Violet pointed out. So, I could render that the Stone of What Was and the Third-Eye diamond should be our main concern." Violet stated.

"I agree." Louie said. "I doubt that F.O.W.L knows about any of the artifacts but know of the journal somehow and know that we have it -."

"Dewey probably told them." Lena quipped up.

"Whatever the case," Louie said, ignoring the hateful tone in his girlfriends voice, "That's remains to be solved, but we know why they want it now and that's to use it to get rid of us. We have to keep the journal safe, find the remaining two artifacts, and somehow get Dewey back on our side if possible."

Huey noticed that Louie had to force the last task out.

Did Louie really not want their brother back at all? He wondered.

Violet looked over at Huey and raised an eyebrow. She could always tell when something was bothering him and Huey quickly darted his head from side to side and mouthed the word 'later,' at her before Louie started talking again.

"So, here is what I purpose." Louie looked around the room. "Lena, you and B.O.Y.D track down Dewey, bring him back here. Hell, drag him back here if you have to." He told them. Lena and B.O.Y.D glanced at each other then both nodded at Louie in agreement.

B.O.Y.D jumped out of the window and kicked on his rocket boots as Lena followed him, turning into her newly formed teal blue self she had gotten after training with her Aunt a few years back. She gave Louie a quick peck on the cheek before floating up and out of the window after B.O.Y.D. Louie's stomach twisted into quilt. He hated to have to use this course of action against his brother, but really, he was out of options.

"Huey, you and Violet should find the remaining two artifacts." He told them.

"What are you going to do?" Huey asked as Louie headed for the door. He opened it as Violet began climbing down the ladder. She landed with a soft thud on the carpet Huey landing right beside her. Louie glanced back at his brother with a twinkle in his eyes that sent a chill down Huey's spine and was almost regretting that he had even asked.

"I'm going to do what I do best." He said.

Huey and Violet glanced at each other and before Huey had a chance to open his mouth to even ask what he meant by that -.

Louie had done left.