"Okay, Webby, calm down." Gosalyn said nervously.

She had just finished making dinner and Webby had been patient enough to wait until the meal was over to drag Gosalyn back up to the loft to talk a bit more privately.

Once there, Webby immediately attacked Gosalyn with questions.

"Where is Dewey?" She repeated again, with snarled.

She glanced down at Drake who arched an eyebrow at her as if to say,

"This is all you, kid."

Making Gosalyn scowl at him before turning back to the pink clad duck in front of her.

"He went out." Was all she could come up with.

"Did he say when he'll be back?" Webby demanded to know.

Gosalyn heard the unspoken other question that she could plainly see in Webby's eyes

Is he even coming back?

Gosalyn gritted her teeth.

"No." She answered.

Webby growled then started punching at anything within range. She broke Gosalyns bed post in half making the whole bed collapse to one side with a loud thud.

She started tearing at Gosalyn's pillows apart making the feathers inside them start to fly everywhere.

Damn it, Dewey. Gosalyn thought bitterly. I'm seriously going to give you a stern talking to about relationships once this is all over.

Gosalyn had only meet Webby a couple of times and that had always been with Dewey. She had no idea these two had a thing for each other until tonight when Dewey showed up with her.

With that thought Gosalyn glanced out the window the sun had rose over head just a little while ago after Dewey left.

Where ever he was and what he was doing she hoped he was okay. They at least have each others number, just in case.

As if Webby had read her thoughts she had gotten out her phone and started to dial. Gosalyn rolled her eyes. He wasn't going to answer. Didn't she know that?

Webby scowled at her rolled eyes.

"Damn it, Dewford Dingus -."

Gosalyn broke out giggling.

"Duck!" Webby continued ignoring Gosalyn's laughter.

"You best hope you don't get yourself killed Dewford! I swear! I am so gonna -." She stopped and turned away from Gosalyn so that she wouldn't see the tears that were threatening to fall.

Now wasn't the best time for her to be making threats against the one she loved the most when S.H.U.S.H was already doing that for her.

Webby took a deep shaky breath and said in a quiet voice.

"Just...Stay safe... I love you." Then she quickly hung up her phone. She quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeve before turning back around to find Gosalyn grinning smuggly at her.

"Really?" Gosalyn asked, teasingly.

Webby rolled her eyes.

"Shove off, Gos." Webby and walked passed her and down the loft again.

"Where are you going?" Gosalyn called out as she followed her.

"Finding Dewey, of course." Webby snapped at her.

"Is there even a chance I can't get you to stay?" Gosalyn asked her in a desperate voice making Webby pause at the door and look back at her.

"Look, whatever Dewey has you doing regarding me you don't need to. I can take care of myself and I'm going to find him rather he likes it or not." Webby told her firmly.

Gosalyn sighed.

She knew she wasn't going to win this battle and if they had to fight for Webby to come to her senses she was sure that Webby would win being way more skilled at fighting then Gosalyn was. Drake had only taught her the basics when it came to fighting his over protective parenting getting in the way of her actually achieving a black belt in combat.

"Okay, fine." Gosalyn said, "I'm coming with you."

Webby raised her eyebrow at her as she opened the door. She looked back and squinted her eyes at Webby.

"Got a few harsh words for Dewey once we find him." She explained.

That made Webby smile.

"You and me both." She agreed and followed Gosalyn out the door without a word to either Drake or Launchpad.

Della looked up at the eerie building in front of her. She closed her eyes and took a deep shaky breath to calm her nerves.

She had left Scrooge and Donald without notice, not wanting them to talk her out of what she felt she had to do for her kids. In a way, she wanted to protect them as well. If they find out what would be expected of her then they'd burn not only the F.O.W.L headquarters to the ground, but wouldn't hesitate to kill every single member of the organization.

She wasn't about to put them through that.

Not on her account.

She had to deal with this on her own.

The simple fact that she had to face him again after all these years had a hard lump forming in the back of her throat and her heart beat uncontrollably against her chest.

She stood there, trying hard not to remember what he had done to her right after she had laid her eggs. How angry he had been and in doing what he had done to her made her not hesitate to board that rocket ship Scrooge had made for her without a second thought. Just to get away from him.

Feeling isolated on the moon had helped separate her from him, but the simple fact that she left her kids were was harder then ever on her. She had convenience herself at some point that the kids would be safe with Donald until she got back to them. That Donald would never let their father near them or let anything bad happen to them.

She had been right and that had left her hope for her kids yet. Until that night, after F.O.W.L attacked and the truth about their father came out. Dewey left, and her family hadn't been the same since.

Della opened her eyes and took a shaky step towards the building door.

She was going to fix it.

All of it.

No matter what he did to her after this.

She was going to fix her broken family.

Even if it costed her freedom to do it.

Once she made it to the door she opened it and walked into the building lobby. The atmosphere was chilling making her feathers stand up and the blood in her veins run cold. She walked into the middle of the lobby and just stood there for a minute, looking around.

She had no idea what to do next now that she was actually at F.O.W.L headquarters. All that was said was to come at once to discuss matters with the head of F.O.W.L

There was no secretary at the desk, not a single soul could be seen from where she was standing. But as she looked towards the upper corner of the building she could see the security cameras trained on her.

She knew he wasn't to far behind.

She made her way to the secretary desk and was debating on what to do next when a voice cleared their throat behind her making her root to the spot and turn around.

"Well, if it isn't Della Duck, in the flesh."

Della's heart caught in her throat at the sight of her husband standing there, with a smug grin on his face and a gleam in his eyes that made Della want to runaway and never look back, but her feet wouldn't move.

"L,Lance." Della said, when she finally found her voice. It was as hollow sounding as she felt and as she watched Lance slowly walk up to her she felt herself start to tremble.

Della closed her eyes again and when she opened them back up he was so close to her face that she could smell his musky aroma and see his tiny orbs in his eyes twinkle in delight at how scared she must have looked to him at that moment.

"Didn't know you were back until we got the call." He said, making casual talk. "How was the moon? Did you miss me?" He asked.

Della willed the McDuck braver rise inside her before she spoke, in a clearer voice, making herself stare into those evil eyes before she answered him.

"Not in the slightest." She spat at him.

Lance merely chuckled.

"Can't say the same about you though." Lance said, he reached out his hand to cup her face making Della flinch. "How I missed that pretty face of yours. I take it I'll be seeing it a lot more around here." He told her.

Della jerked her head out of his grip on her face and glared at him.

"What do you mean by that?" She asked.

Lance smile widen, and his eyes shown even brighter at the question.

"You'll see soon enough." He backed up away from her and motioned for her to follow.

Della swallowed hard and did.

Lance lead her into a board meeting room where she was face to face with Bradford who was sitting at the head of the table. The vulture was reading some files he had scattered over the long table but looked up when they entered.

Lance stepped aside so that Della could move forward and as she did she heard him shut the door behind them and lock it making Della's muscles tense up.

"Ah. Della. I was so pleased that you had decided to contact us, and with such good timing." Bradford said. "Sit, sit." He said, waving his hand towards a chair.

Della slowly pulled the nearest chair out and sat down. She wanted to put as much space between her and the buzzard as possible. Though, that didn't work so well with Lance hovering behind her, sending off warning bells inside her head. She stiffened when she saw out of the corner of her eye him shifting a bit to eagerly near her but not close enough to touch her.

Not yet.

"So, you called the favor in." Bradford said, getting down to business. Della said nothing and waited. She couldn't afford to mess this up. Speaking out of turn would certainly cause this conversation to spiral out of control for her, and she couldn't afford that. Bradford was studying her intensively before he asked in a very serious tone, "Well, what is it?"

"I want -." Della began then stopped. She didn't think exactly what she had wanted. All that had been going through her mind was fixing her broken family. She didn't even think that the old buzzard would have remembered the favor he owed her.

"Spit it out girl!" Bradford snapped. "We haven't got all day." He added impatiently.

Della inhaled deeply and gritted her teeth before answering.

"I want Dewey back." Della said.

Bradford blinked not at all surprised at the request as he leaned back in his chair and laced together his fingers.

"I know he's been working for you since he left. Of course he's found a way to find his father -." Della glanced behind her and glared at Lance, "How I don't know but -." She swallowed hard. "I want him back, I want you to stop whatever it is that you have him doing for you." She finished.

Silence followed by a grunt of disapproval from Bradford.

"Well," Bradford said after a couple of minutes. "I can say I'm not surprised by your request. You do know, of course, what the price of that is." He said, raising a bushy eyebrow.

"I know." Della whispered, looking down at the table.

She knew. She knew that calling in the favor would cost. She was prepared. But she wasn't prepared for what Bradford had planned for her.

"Very well, though I can not let Dewford go, I can, however, limit his mission to one instead of two." He said.

Della looked up at her.

Two?

"I thought Dewey's only mission was to get the Isabella Finches journal?" She asked.

"That was the original plan, but since he came back without it, the first time. I had to add onto his mission as a sort of punishment as well as my benefit." He told her.

"What's the other mission?" Della wanted to know.

"Classified, Della." Lance barked behind her making her breath hitch and immediately stopped with the questions. She was pushing it she knew, if Lance had entered the conversation.

"Now, as for the price." Bradford said, "You are to stay her, and not ever leave." He told her.

She nodded.

She expected that.

"You also are going to be providing us as an incubator for our cause." Bradford continued.

Della blinked, confused.

"Incubator? Cause?" She choked out.

A smile slowly spread over Bradford's wrinkled up face.

"I have decided, that kids now a days are too demanding, to out of control, and have way to much freedom. I tend to start a legacy of children born within the organization. Well obedient, skilled at combat, and willing to do what it takes for the greater good of our survival." Bradford explained. "I have chosen you and Lance to provide us with what we desire. In return Lance will soon take over F.O.W.L once I retire and control the children as he sees fit."

All the blood drained from Della's face at that.

"Y, You want an army of brainwashed, assassin trained children?" She asked.

"Precisely." Bradford answered. "Seeing as you have already given birth to three very intelligent, though rather disappointing children, we decided it was fit for you to carry out this honor." He added.

A low growl escaped from Della's throat at the mention of her children's existence being tossed around like they were nothing more then savage.

"Do we have a deal?" Bradford asked, after a moment of silence.

Della glared at him.

It wasn't at all what she had hoped to accomplish, but if it would help Dewey and her family in any way after this, then to her it would all be worth it. No mattered what happens to her.

She slowly nodded.

"Good. Very good." Bradford exclaimed, his eyes twinkling brightly. "Now, for the rules." He said. Della held her breath. She hated rules and was never really good at following them. But she had to be, for her kids sake's, as well as her own. "Lance here will take you to your living quarters. You are not to contact your family in any way, you are not to cause any trouble with your soil duty here, you are to be known to others as the Incubator if you cooperate in the near future you shall be provided an agent name and be given certain privileges. If you do not -." He paused, and Della stared at him, "you know what could happen."

Della nodded again, her chest tightened and she felt like she could breath.

"Very well. Lance, text Dewey, tell him that he can stop with the mission regarding the journal, but not the other." He told Lance. "I'll send a memo to the other agents regarding that mission as well." He added.

Lance nodded.

"You two are dismissed." He said.

Della slowly got up and turned to Lance. The room started to spin as she stumbled up towards him.

"Oh, and Della." Bradford said, as they headed out the door.

Della stilled and looked back at the buzzard with loathing.

"Welcome home." He said.

Once out the door Lance grabbed Della's arm and started dragging her away. It took a couple of turns and long walks before they made it to a chrome door that as Lance pressed his hand to the key pad it slid open and she was pushed roughly in by him.

Della looked around the room.

Nothing was in the room except for a large canopy queen sized bed, a barred up window with steel bars across it, and a bathroom.

"This sure does bring back memories." Lance remarked as the door slid shut behind them.

Della slowly turned around and grimaced when he started unbuttoning his uniformed shirt.

"What are you doing?" Della asked, as she watched, she started backing away from him.

"Don't tell me you forgotten already what you are here for?" Lance told her, and raised an eyebrow.

"I haven't forgotten." Della snapped. "I -. I just wasn't expecting do have to preform it so soon..." She looked out the barred window, bright sun light shown throw it.

She had hoped to have drenched herself in the warmth of it before she had to do what was expected of her, maybe have little bit of alone time with herself to wrap her head around what she had just agreed to do and cry a bit for what she hadn't gotten to do more of.

"I know, I know, " Lance said, coming up behind her and wrapping his strong arms around Della's waist. She tensed but didn't struggle remembering the rules as she bit the inside of her cheek hard to keep from choking on her own spit that she wanted to attack him with. "But Bradford wants the first batch as soon as possible." He murmured in her ear.

Della closed her eyes the images of Huey, Dewey, and Louie's smiling faces flashed through her closed eyelids as Lance guided her towards the bed and laid her gentle on top of it. She kept her eyes closed and went limp as he did what wanted.

She couldn't believe she had agreed to this.

Couldn't believe that Lance would stoop this low.

All she could believe is that Huey, Dewey, and Louie would somehow resolve their relationship with each other from her sacrifice.