Well, this is a rather fast update, no?

Jo: Yes, I'm alive! Well, I try my best to give you nightmares. He's definitely not a minor here, otherwise I'd be in a lot of trouble XD, but I agree it's a threat that I need to bring more awareness to, as sadly, male harassment isn't really touched upon. No problem :)

Pony: Exactly, that's what I wanted for everyone to feel. And no, I did not, so this works!

Guest: A sequel isn't in the cards, however, I'm planning on a next generation story! Not the sequel of OTLTA, because sequels of good stories tend to not do as well as the real thing. And I think I'm over OTLTA at this point, I love it, but I can't keep working on it forever :)

Boss Teal: I couldn't have said it better! And exactly.

Guest: My bad, Guest! I wanted to remove the authors note, just so I can free up the fic a little bit, and it's definitely something I'm going to be doing to lessen the amount of chapters people have to keep clicking through, because there are definitely chapters I can combine with other chapters. So, do expect my story to be "at the top" with no explanation.

Guest: XDDD, not yet!

YaBoiAJ: Thank you, AJ! Just fixed it! :)

Alright! Here's the next chapter!

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A Few Hours Later…

"O-oh!" Heron gasped as she felt another blissful release once again, climbing off of her new roommate. She panted heavily, and cupped Huey's cheek, pulling him in for a rather rough kiss. "You keep getting better at this," she cooed.

"I try my best, ma'am," Huey responded, completely montoned. His grey irises didn't have any spark inside of them, and his entire aura seemed dull.

"Mhm," she purred, gently raking her metallic nails down his chest. Just as she was about to mount him again, there was a beeping noise, signaling that someone was at her door.

Heron let out a frustrated growl, and pulled her maroon, F.O.W.L provided, bathrobe over her figure. She stormed towards the door, and let out a sigh when she saw who it was.

"The McDuck Clan is here. Just like you anticipated," her second in command, an agent named Pepper told her once Heron opened the door.

Heron nodded boredly. "Do they suspect anything?" she asked, referring to the red triplet, who was obediently sitting on the bed, waiting for her.

"Nothing yet. Violet and Gyro haven't contacted them with the news, so I'm assuming she hasn't regained consciousness from the attack yet."

Before Heron could turn, Pepper gently gripped her shoulder. "You know that new robot is an unstable menace, Heron," she said solemnly. "I think it's best we continue forward without having that machine around."

Heron looked at her harshly, and ripped her shoulder from her grip. "I'm in control of this mission! And I think I'd know what resources to use, Pepper," she seethed angrily. "You're the secondary. Now act like it." she groused.

With that, Heron slammed the door in her face, and Pepper sighed: things were much simpler when Henry was in charge, but now that his mother was in the lead, Pepper feared that the C.I.L.E's newfound success would be cut short. It was rare that any F.O.W.L scheme succeeded, and with Black Heron of all agents in control?

She was sure that McDuck would find a way to take them down: again.

Violet latched onto her boyfriend's arm, gripping him harshly—she didn't care if it hurt him, because right now, her main focus was getting him away from Infiltrator.

Don't let him go.

The teen felt tears welling up in her eyes when she realized that she couldn't keep the red triplet safe. Her grasp onto him tightened, and she roughly tried to pull him back towards her; back towards safety.

When it seemed like she was making progress, suddenly, something metal and sharp jammed itself into Violet's arm, causing her the most intense physical pain she had ever endured. It felt like her arms were made of lead, and her skin was on fire. The young woman let loose a scream full of pain, and her grip on Huey instinctively loosened to clutch the arm that had been wounded. Her body slammed onto the ground against her will, and Violet felt herself choking on her own saliva.

"VIOLET!" Huey's anguished voice was the last thing ringing throughout her head before her eyes rolled up to back to her head.

Violet's eyes snapped open, and the first thing she did was empty the contents in her stomach. Her skin was flushed, and she let out a soft whimper.

"Hang in there," a distorted voice told her, so Violet tried her best to remain conscious.

Her eyes fluttered closed, not getting a clear view as to who was nursing her back to health. She felt the coolness of a wet cloth being pressed against her forehead, easing her flush skin, and she focused on taking several deep breaths. There was something cold being pressed against her lips, which she deduced as a glass of water, and she was quick to grab the glass and down its contents. The cold water eased the rawness in her throat from vomiting.

She opened her eyes to find Gyro staring at her. His expression was unreadable, like he wanted to be concerned, yet he anticipated an attack like this. He looked awful, like he had been awake for years. Violet felt immense guilt once she realized that Gyro, along with tending to her injuries, had to make sure that the Waddle Headphones were functional, and that both teams who were out on the mission were safe.

"W-what happened?" Violet asked shakily, grateful that her throat wasn't as raw.

Gyro glanced at her carefully. "You don't remember, do you?"

She felt tears prick her eyes, and she let loose a shaky breath. "A little bit," she admitted. But considering Hubert isn't here, I'm assuming Infiltrator managed to take him." she managed, squeezing her eyes shut.

Gyro looked at her tears, watching as they slid down her cheeks. He wasn't sure how to deal with emotions, he rarely felt them himself. But she was still a person, and he had to try his best to make her feel better about her current predicament.

He shuffled uneasily. "Purple girl—err Violet," Gyro corrected himself. Fenton had been teaching him how to become more compassionate. "I don't know if he's safe, I'm not going to sugarcoat it. But the best thing we can do now is manage the modified Waddle Headphones, and track the gang down. I'm sure the red triplet will be fine. Mr. McDuck's family is stubborn, much like himself. I'm sure… I'm sure Huey is okay."

She was grateful that she used his real name. Violet wiped the tears from her eyes, and slowly nodded. "Y-you're right, Gyro," she swallowed thickly.

Accepting Gyro's extended hand, she allowed him to lead her deeper into the lab, where she saw that the Waddle Headphones soundwaves were stable, much to her relief.

"That's odd," Gyro murmured.

"What is it?" Violet asked worriedly.

The scientist looked up at the teen with a curt frown. "I was looking at the security footage of the red triplet's kidnapping, and noticed that he was taken by one of Heron's bots."

"That's Infiltrator," Violet explained.

"Yes, I'm aware of Infiltrator," Gyro nodded grimly. "Reaper's sister. Much smaller design, but no less of a threat. However, the bot that took Infiltrator wasn't well… Infiltrator." Gyro glowered at the screen, his eyes knit in a mixture of confusion and suspicion.

She was stunned. "What do you mean?" Violet asked in shock.

Gyro turned to her. "I mean that the Infiltrator Mr. McDuck has become accustomed to is probably… oh, how do I even put this nicely? Well, she's probably a heap of scrap metal by now "

Violet's hand flew to her mouth. "Are you telling me that Heron dismantled our Infiltrator, rewired the manifold, and built it into a new bot with new loyalties?"

Gyro nodded. "Exactly. It was the same model, but knowing Heron, she couldn't perfect it without the help of Steelbeak," he explained, and Gyro gestured for Violet to examine the security footage. "Look at the eye colour. They're crimson red."

"Oh no…" Violet managed weakly.

Gyro spoke. "That means the robot is much more dangerous and unstable than the original Infiltrator," the scientist warned her. "Chances are the original model was just a ruse, something that would distract the teams, giving Heron enough time to kidnap Huey."

"So they've walked right into a trap?"

Gyro grimaced. "They can kill as many agents or Eggheads as they want, but yes, you're right. With the red triplet under Heron's spell, the teams can't do any real damage without knowing if Huey is safe or not."

"So Huey's just a pawn?!" Violet spat venomously, furious that Heron was using her boyfriend this way.

"Essentially," Gyro agreed. "Their best method is to shift their attention to the C.I.L.E, and maybe try and destroy it. Just until they can save the red nephew." Gyro said, hoping Scrooge realized this himself.

Violet studied the stable soundwaves that were on the screen, praying that her boyfriend and friends were safe.

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After Henry placed Infiltrator's body down, wiping away the last of his tears. Folding her arms across her chest, Gandra made an imposing figure, shooting Henry a scowl.

"I'm sure we've lost our cover," Gandra muttered grimly. "I'm sure Heron's been alerted by now," she sneered at Henry.

Henry glared daggers at her, his knuckles still covered in Infiltrator's black oil. "You better not be making a jab at me, not now."

Gandra didn't back away, and loomed over the grieving agent. "Oh, please. Like you weren't planning to stab us in the back earlier!" she growled. "And now we just happen to find your sister dead, giving you an excuse to give us away to Heron?"

Henry couldn't take Gandra's nasty remarks, and lunged for her. Gandra was ready for the attack, and raised her hand, which cackled with electricity. Before both could contact one another, Beakley stepped in between them.

"Enough! Both of you!" Beakley snapped harshly. "We've been here for hours, and we haven't made any progress yet!"

"Granny's right," Webby spoke up cautiously. "I'm just not sure why we haven't faced any Eggheads yet…" she trailed off nervously, and Dewey gently pulled her in for a soothing kiss.

"I'm sure we will," her boyfriend said grimly, his lips still tingling from their kiss.

"Well, maybe instead of waiting for them, we should split up," Sally groused, before pulling up Infiltrator's blueprints. "The C.I.L.E should be at the very top of the Cliffs. Heron's cavern is located at the very bottom. Smart bitch," Sally spat.

"That means we'll have to split up," Scrooge said evenly. "Sally, las, which way to the vents?"

Sally studied the blueprints, and glanced at a cleverly concealed rock near the caves. "Reaper, can you move that giant rock?"

Reaper nodded, and rammed his body into the rock where Sally was pointing to. The rock split open, and revealed a giant metal frame.

"That has got to be the biggest vent I've ever seen…" Louie murmured in awe.

Sally nodded grimly. "If we follow them, we should be able to get where each respective team needs to go without getting caught."

Before Sally could get another word out, there was a light beeping noise in their ears, signaling that Gyro was trying to contact them. Each person's headphones had the ability to answer the respective call by pressing a small button on the side of the headphones, so they slowly nodded to one another, bracing themselves for the news:

"Gyro?" Dewey asked slowly.

"It's Violet," she interrupted, and Louie's blood turned ice cold: had she been crying? Her voice sounded weak and hoarse, as if she had spent the last month screaming her head off. Louie's panic only doubled, anticipating the news.

"Vi? Are you alright?" Ms. Beakley asked, concerned.

There was an uncomfortable silence from the other end, and they heard Violet breathing heavily from the other end. There was some shuffling, and suddenly, Gyro's steady voice came through.

"It's about Huey. While you guys were distracted by Infiltrator, Heron sent agents and managed to take the red nephew," he said. Almost instantly, Dewey and Louie exchanged panic looks, and opened their mouths to voice their concern and anger about their older brother, but Gyro anticipated this, and continued. "Before anybody gets angry about this, there's more news: there is a new model of Infiltrator. It is a lot more unstable and dangerous."

Henry was confused. "But we saw her body. She's dead."

But Reaper understood what Gyro was talking about. "Same design, new loyalties. Only this model doesn't have any of Steelbeak's programming, meaning it's bound to kill us when it sees us."

"So… she's not really dead?" Webby voiced hopefully.

"Our Infiltrator is dead," Reaper explained patiently, and Webby was surprised at how well he was coping with the sudden death of his sister. "But… this one is a lot more chaotic and lethal."

Gyro continued. "He's right, and—"

Dewey was getting impatient. "Enough about this damn robot! What happened to Huey?!" he snapped, and Fenton gently set a hand on his shoulder to calm the young man down.

There was a pause from the other end, and Violet came back on. "He's gone, and is probably most likely at the base with you guys."

There was a collective gasp.

Scrooge scowled. "Damn! We can't do any real damage to Heron without knowing whether Huey is safe or not."

"That also means Heron knows that we're here," Gandra grumbled, and everyone else felt a pang of fear and panic.

Louie felt his head splitting open: she knew they were here. There was an unstable killer robot on the loose, with a bunch of trained F.O.W.L agents waiting for an opportunity to kill them. And now, Heron had Huey captive? How was he supposed to keep anyone safe in these conditions?!

"W-what do we do now?" Dewey murmured.

The gang looked at Louie, and he let out a frustrated groan. "Stick to the plan. Every plan is bound to have a problem, a problem that doesn't make it go accordingly. This is just one of those things. Between us and Heron's goons, we'll be able to take down the C.I.L.E and her."

Louie turned, and closed his eyes: it was a long shot, but it was their only option.

It had to work.

"Moan for me," he encouraged. His finger began to curl inside of her again and again, moving her hips and causing her to grind her clit across his tongue.

Heron was in ecstasy. "Huey… oh, Huey, you're going… to make me…"

She didn't know how he forced it so quickly from her, but her walls clenched up around his finger while his tongue darted quickly over her clitorous in rapid movements. Stars burst behind her eyes, and Heron screamed out in pleasure, legs quivering, skin slightly damp with sweat.

Huey continued to pump his finger inside of her, licking anywhere he could to taste her as she came.

"Again," he whispered against her sensitive button before starting the entire process over. This time, he slipped a second finger into her soaking passage and quickened the pace. As he slammed his fingers inside of her, words of pure pleasure tumbled out of Heron's lips.

"Yes. Fuck, yes, please…"

And then, Heron was on her stomach before she could think. Huey had flipped her over, licking the sweetness of her juices from her fingers as he did so. His strength was astounding and inhuman as he lifted her hips up and forced her on all fours. Heron didn't have the strength, nor the will, to argue. Instead, she openly embraced the sexual conquest, fully submerged in the sensations. The next moment, Huey slapped her hard on the ass, and gripped her hip possessively. There was the sound of a belt buckle coming undone and the shuffle of fabric.

"Heron."

He didn't sound at all like himself, but rather the creature trapped inside the C.I.L.E'S waves. She felt something hot and hard press against her entrance, and Heron braced a hand on the headboard just as he thrust forward and entered her.

"Ah!"

Her eyes clenched shut as she took in the full sensation of his cock inside her. She could hear Huey's ragged breathing behind her as he stroked down her spine with one hand.

"So… tight…' he groused, leaning forward to kiss along her shoulder.

"Hurry up, you little brat," she hissed, even though she was completely immersed in his ministrations. "I need it. Don't tease me."

Huey licked along her neck and, with slow precision, rocked his hips forward. Heron gripped the bed sheet beneath her, taking in every last inch of him.

"Yes!"

Her eyes snapped open, and she drifted her gaze over her shoulder, catching his stare. There was a hint of blush along his cheeks, but otherwise he looked entirely bored in the moment, leaning forward to brush his lips against hers.

"How do you want it, ma'am? Easy?" He leaned upright and rolled his hips in slow, circular motions. "Or rough?" Huey snapped his hips suddenly, causing Heron to let out a shrill scream and fall to her elbows.

"R-rough." Heron managed to squeak out.

He gave a dark, amused chuckle before he thrust hard into her again, his sack slapping against her clit: Heron couldn't think, or taste, or smell, or hardly see for that matter. All she could do was feel as Huey filled her up again and again with his dick in the roughest, most immodest way possible. It had her moaning like a whore, and feeling twice as vulnerable, and she had to admit that he was much better than Steelbeak. She gave in to her primal desires, and let the feeling take her.

"Mmm… fuck, Huey…"

Smack! He struck her hard on the ass.

Heron felt her entire body flush with arousal as she was fucked hard into the bed. "Mhmm!" she sobbed.

"Fuck…" Huey pistoned in and out of her, driving her to the brink. The stimulation from his sack slapping against her clit and the angle of which he slammed into her began her on her final ascent.

"So close… make me c-cum! God, I want to—oh God, yes! Yes!"

Once again, Heron tumbled over into the abyss of pleasure, screaming as she did so. He grunted as her walls clenched around his cock, and with one last forceful thrust, he came undone as well, spilling himself inside of her.

His breath was shallow as he rested his head against her back. The room filled with silence apart from their pants. Sweat glistened off both of their foreheads.

After the call, Violet slowly made her way through the underwater lab, staring out the window: her view was a clear blue mass of sea, with the blazing light of the bright red sun reflecting against the shore. Fish swam in schools, searching for some algae to nibble on, and occasionally, some fish would stare at her with confused expressions, questioning her miserable appearance. Violet sighed—it all looked so beautiful, and normal. She desperately wanted to turn into one of them, and slowly let the sea encapsulate her in its calmness, rather than be dealing with the calamity that was happening right above them.

"Here," a soft voice spoke behind her, and she found Gyro holding up a glass filled with an unpromising looking liquid.

"Uhm, what is that?" Violet questioned, completely appalled by what she was looking at: the liquid was green, and chunky, and she spotted bits and pieces of black chunks floating to the rim of the glass, before sinking back down.

Gyro tried not to snort. "It's a cure for whatever 'Infiltrator' injected inside of you," he said, handing her the glass. "I scanned it, and countered its ingredients. This should be able to relieve the pain."

Violet looked skeptical, but relented. With a groan, she accepted the glass, and brought it to her lips. She squeezed her eyes shut, and took a tentative sip, surprised when she tasted that it was minty rather than fishy. She gave Gyro a curious look, and he shrugged. She snorted, and finished the drink, wiping her mouth against her sleeve. Almost immediately, she felt rejuvenated, and she smiled.

"Wow," she smirked. "That really worked."

He looked smug. "It was supposed to, Purple Girl."

She chuckled, and followed him into the lab. The waves that were monitoring the team's headphones were stable, and she let loose a breath of relief, and Violet wondered what was happening to Huey: was he okay? Did Heron take off his headphones? Was he even aware of who he was? Violet sighed, and her face hardened: No. She wasn't going to think negatively and drive herself crazy. Under the influence of the C.I.L.E or not, Huey was still capable of doing many things, and she knew once the C.I.L.E was ruined, she wouldn't have anything to worry about.

She sighed, and Gyro spoke.

"When the triplet's first came to the Manor, I was approached by Donald Duck," he explained. "He told me he wanted his boys safe, and he—"

"He microchipped them," Violet remembered, thinking back to their first F.O.W.L based mission all those months back.

"Exactly," the older scientist agreed. "The chips I used not only allowed us to track their locations," Gyro said, gesturing to one of the computer screens, where Violet spotted a blue dot, a green dot, and a red dot all respectively being tracked. "But, they also allow me to key into their emotions. Observe."

Violet watched in awe as Gyro selected one of the dots—Louie's—and his body profile came up. She was impressed with the amount of work Gyro had done.

Name: Llewellyn Duck

Birthday: April 15th

Age: 19

Appearance: 6 ft tall, slender build. Light hair brushed to the side. Usually wears a green hoodie.

Notes: Smokes, minor lung damage.

But that wasn't what amazed Violet the most. Beside the screen was a silhouette of his body, with colours representing his current emotions: the silhouette's arms and legs remained black and neutral, but Violet felt a pang of worry when she saw that his chest was bright orange in colour.

"Anxiety?" Violet guessed.

"Correct," Gyro answered. "The green nephew is probably nervous about the entire mission," he reasoned. "But that wasn't my focus. We can track Huey's emotions, and get an idea of what Heron has done to him." Gyro explained.

Violet nodded bravely. "Let's do it!"

Gyro exited Louie's profile, and pulled up Huey's. Violet frowned when she saw that the silhouette itself was a hazy blur. Through the blur, however, she saw that the silhouette's face was a bright orange, and the rest of the body was a deep red. Then she saw that the silhouette's groin was bright orange, making her uneasy.

"What is that?" She was confused by the emotions she witnessed.

Gyro's expression was grim and unreadable. "The hazy film shows that he definitely is under the influence of the C.I.L.E," he said, and her blood turned cold. "Maybe if I just…" he trailed off, typing a few things on his keyboard, and looked satisfied when the hazy blur disappeared. "This is what he feels under all those waves."

The teen studied the film intently, first looking at the bright orange face, and her eyes trailed down to the groinal area, which was bright red, and only got brighter.

Violet shrugged. "The bright face is what he usually does when he's shy, or ashamed, or angry."

Gyro nodded, and pointed at his stomach, where the brightness died down. "The 'sinking feeling' is often used when someone is feeling ashamed about something… then it lights right back up at the groin."

Violet felt tears prick her eyes, and her throat became constricted. "G-Gyro, what's going on?" she trembled, like she aleady knew the answer to that.

Gyro looked down, slipping off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose. "I-I don't know how to tell you this. But his hormonal and testosterone levels are at an all time high," he explained with a pained expression. "W-which is usually the sign that someone is involved in s-sexual intercourse." he clenched his eyes shut, and felt his stomach churn.

But Violet couldn't hear him anymore.

Her entire world was shattered.

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Hard chapter to write :(

—Jordan