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Louie tossed Webby a pair of fresh clothes. "Get changed. You haven't changed your clothes since yesterday." he frowned.
The clothes Louie had given her were surprisingly light and comfortable: he had given her a pair of black track pants, white running shoes, and a black T-shirt. Louie had also provided her with one of Dewey's dark blue Duckburg High hoodies. Webby cradled it, running her thumb across his last name that was hand sown on the back: DUCK.
She put her hair up into a bun and sat down next to Louie, who gave her a granola bar.
"You don't look as awful." Louie offered.
"Gee, thanks." she said dryly.
He frowned. "I'm worried, Webbs. We're all worried. Everyone could tell you weren't yourself at the party the other day."
Webby scowled. "Well I'm not, Louie! You of all people should understand how I'm feeling. He…" her voice cracked and she took a deep breath. "He took my parents away from me. You heard how gruesomely Steelbeak killed my parents. I need to see him, I need to face him."
Louie frowned. "I get where you're coming from, Webbs, and I'm all in. But what makes you think that one of the highest ranking agencies is going to let two teenagers and a pilot—"
"I'm a pilot!" Launchpad interrupted.
"—inside their facility?" Louie finished.
"I have fake IDs." she said, rummaging through her bad and handing Louie a laminated ID she had made.
"Sweet!" Louie smirked. "I've never been prouder."
Webby smiled, but then Louie frowned.
"What is it?" Webby asked.
"Wel, you're Agent 22's granddaughter and they also know who Scrooge McDuck's nephew and close associates are. They know who we are and they might call Beakley and Scrooge."
"I'll make sure they won't." she reassured.
He pursed his lips. "And if they do? I can take the blame for you, but you still might be grounded for life—"
"Louie, you don't have to. It's sweet that you want to, but this was my choice. I bribed Launchpad and I let you come. If we get caught, it's on me." Webby said, looking straight ahead.
Louie sighed. Dewey had mentioned that Webby wasn't her usual, cheery self.
"Get some rest, okay? It's a long plane ride." Louie murmured.
She wanted to protest, but he glared at her and Webby caught her breath. He looked exactly like Dewey. Well, no duh, they were triplets, but Louie and Dewey shared the same type of quiet power. Huey was fiery and people already knew he was not someone you would want for an enemy, but Dewey and Louie on the other hand were laid back. However, there was a glint in their dark eyes that told her that they could be powerful enemies when they really wanted to be. Louie's glare told her that if she didn't sleep right now, there would be a problem.
So, she leaned on Louie's shoulder and closed her eyes. Louie didn't mind. She had a cute way of breathing. Louie gazed at his phone. He didn't dare text anyone, not yet. The last thing he wanted to do was emit some electromagnetic interference that could affect the plane and send them crash landing.
Instead, he closed his eyes, leaned his head back, and listened to Webby's even breaths and Lauchpad humming the Darkwing Duck theme song. Eventually, Louie's eyes grew heavy, and he fell asleep as well.
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"Louie and Webby are off." Huey said to Dewey and Lena when he saw the Sunchaser take off.
"Webby needed this," Dewey sighed, sitting down on his bed. "She needed closure about her parents."
"Why didn't you go with her?" Lena asked. "Why send Louie?"
"I did want to go with her," Dewey admitted. "But you really think she's going to let me, her lover, on a dangerous mission to face the person who killed her parents, who were also lovers?"
"Good point." Huey noted, his throat dry.
Dewey continued. "Louie also went because he was the one who figured out that she was leaving tonight. He's resourceful. He knows how to talk his way in or out of things, so it's no surprise he managed to convince Webby to let him come. They'll be back soon."
"You're not mad at her for not telling you she was leaving?" Lena asked.
"I am," Dewey replied. "But her mission is far more important."
"Your relationship is just as important to the both of you," Huey gently reminded him. "Lena, you don't mind covering for Webby, do you?"
She snorted. "I love messing with adults, this'll be fun!"
"Try not to get caught." Huey chuckled.
"It will be easy. She's already avoiding Beakley and Scrooge." Lena smiled.
Huey nodded. "It's getting late. Get some sleep, you two. We'll meet up in the morning and see if there's any news about Launchpad, Louie, and Webby."
"Alright. Goodnight." Lena said, giving them a two fingered salute.
Dewey smiled. "Goodnight guys. And thank you."
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"You two look sharp." Launchpad whistled.
Louie wore a black tuxedo while Webby wore a dazzling black dress.
"Webby, are you sure this is going to work?" Louie asked worriedly.
She straightened his bow tie. "The agency is pretty much crowded with spies. They aren't going to notice two more. Oh, and grab my briefcase and my granny's old spy files."
Louie handed her the files a briefcase, which obviously had nothing in it. He frowned at Webby.
"I'll explain later." she said.
Louie nodded. "Launchpad, stay here. We have you on an earpiece. If we scream for help, then crash your way into the building. Also, I gave you some blueprints. Tell us where to go."
Launchpad nodded. "Being a human GPS and maybe crash into a building? No problem."
Louie slid on a pair of sunglasses and Webby snorted.
"Let's do this." he smiled.
They walked in. Almost nobody paid any attention to them.
"Alright. According to these blueprints, you two have to go to the records wing. Take the elevator and go to the fifth floor," Launchpad instructed. "Once you see the receptionist, then you're on your own."
"Thanks, LP." they said.
They rode the elevator to the fifth floor.
"Alright, now go straight and to your left, there should be a room with the label 'Records'."
Louie opened the door for Webby and they walked in. The room was empty, and there was an old woman at the desk.
"Hello," Louie greeted. "I'm Victor Smith and this is Doris Hoedown—"
Webby jabbed him in the ribs.
"—we have some files for you."
As Webby gave her Beakley's old spy files, Louie whistled, walking around the room, feigning interest in the architecture.
"Old place, huh?" he mused.
"Very." the receptionist agreed. "This branch of S.H.U.S.H was made in 1998."
Louie found a window. "Hey… isn't that the same year Steelbeak was caught?"
She swallowed. "Actually, Steelbeak was never… well caught. He disappeared after killing former agent, Agent Rachel Beakley."
Webby slammed her fist on the desk so hard that the mahogany frame cracked.
"Give me every single file you have on her." Webby growled.
The receptionist narrowed her green eyes. "And why would I do that, Ms. Hoedown?"
"Because I'm her daughter." Webby said, looking her in the eye.
The blood drained from her face. "You're… you're Bentina Beakley's granddaughter? The one who took down Black Heron all those years ago?!" she asked in a mix of shock, fear, and respect.
"She still has Heron's severed arm to prove it." Louie said casually, slamming the briefcase onto the desk. Webby stared at him, but he winked.
'He's sharper than the sharpies' Webby mused, hiding a smile when the receptionist paled at the briefcase.
"Want to see it?" Louie asked casually, unlocking the case.
"No, no!" the receptionist said as she flailed around wildly, looking for Rachel's S.H.U.S.H files. She disappeared into a back room and returned. "No need! H-here." she stammered.
Webby snatched away the files and Louie kept the receptionists attention on him while Webby shoved the files inside her briefcase.
He took off his sunglasses slowly and dangerously. "One last thing. You're going to tell nobody that you saw us here, understand? This is a highly confidential operation, and we need those files." Louie said threateningly, his eyes boring holes into hers.
"Of course." the receptionist squeaked.
"And one last thing."
"Yes?" she asked nervously.
"Where was Steelbeak last seen?" Louie asked.
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Donald was depressed.
He had no idea what day it was, or how long he'd been in bed. He vaguely remembered getting up a few times to eat, but other than that, he didn't bother.
His thoughts followed him like a shadow. He hadn't spoken to Daisy since the incident, he hadn't seen his family in almost 2 days, as he hadn't been back inside the mansion since his incident. As Donald sat in his houseboat, all he could focus on was the unpleasant feeling of his heart beating in his chest. His hands shook as he stiffly walked out of his bedroom and into the hallway. He barely made it to the stairs before he had to stop walking, because he couldn't breathe. Donald collapsed onto the floor and wrapped his arms around his body.
You're okay, he reminded himself as he shook helplessly on his knees. You're okay.
Silently, tears spilled out of the corners of his eyes while he felt everything at once. Hot. Frustrated. Crushed. Depressed. Trapped. Betrayed.
After what seemed like forever, Donald stopped trembling and took several deep breaths. He slowly got to his feet, and straightened himself out. He pulled a clean tissue from his pocket and wiped his face with it.
He didn't need her.
He was fine.
Everything was just fine.
Inside the Manor, Scrooge frowned.
"Has anyone seen Donald? I haven't seen him in ages." Scrooge frowned.
"Neither have I," Beakley said. "Where is everyone?"
As if on cue, Donald came lumbering in with a big smile plastered on his face.
"Hey family!" he yelled. He was calm, he was carefree, he was happy!
But Scrooge knew better. He looked tired, his eyes were red, and his face was puffy, like he had just been crying. He seemed skinnier than before, but overall, his nephew looked weary.
But all of that was hidden behind that false smile.
"I take that your meeting with Daisy went well?" Beakley asked.
Scrooge noticed his smile falter, but he recomposed himself.
"It went okay," Donald admitted. "But she's changed. I don't think she's the right one for me."
Scrooge stood up. "Beakley? May I have a word with him? Alone?"
Beasley nodded and left the dining hall, leaving the two men alone. Scrooge looked at Donald who just sighed.
"Tell me everything."
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Louie and Webby changed out of their formal wear. Louie wore a black hoodie underneath an army green bomber jacket with black ripped jeans, with of course, his black combat boots. Webby kept Dewey's hoodie, with light blue jeans and white sneakers. She wore her hair up in a bun and she wore round black reading glasses to help read through her mother's cases.
"You've been working for almost 2 hours, Webby." Louie said.
Webby sighed and took her reading glasses off, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I'm sorry. These stories are incredible. The amount of missions her and granny went on… it's amazing."
"You're amazing too." he smiled.
She gave him a weak smile. "Thanks, Louie."
Louie decided to video chat with the guys before they took off. Lena picked up on the first ring.
"Hey." Lena greeted with a smile. Huey and Dewey were right beside her.
"Hey, Lena. Hey guys." Louie said, relieved to see them.
"How are you? I got worried." she frowned.
Louie smiled. "We're okay. We're gonna take off in about 15 minutes."
"What's your status?" Dewey asked.
Louie ran his hands through his tousled hair. "They're okay. Webby and I just finished part one of our mission, and that was to get Rachel's files and Steelbeak's whereabouts."
"Wow," Lena marveled. "So you guys know where he is?"
Webby came into the frame, and answered for him. "Not exactly. He was last seen in Mexico, something about smuggling drugs into Duckburg? If we catch Steelbeak, most of the illegal drugs in Calisota will disappear."
"Which means that this case is huge, you guys," Louie said seriously. "Not only will Webby get justice for her parents, but hopefully we'll stop the drug trafficking while we're at it."
"If it's such a big case, why hasn't anyone taken it yet?" Huey asked.
"Because Steelbeak is terrifying. He's ruthless, he's disgusting, he's a monster—"
"So he's basically Louie?" Lena smirked.
Louie frowned. "Ha ha, very funny."
"You know I'm kidding, knucklehead." Lena chuckled.
He smirked. "Sure you are, you dork."
Everyone laughed.
"So what's your position?" Webby asked.
Lena grinned. "It's so easy being you. Nobody's messing with you, and I'm just hanging with these two idiots." she said, gesturing to Huey and Dewey
The brothers frowned while Louie chuckled.
Webby grinned. "Well, I'm hanging out with these idiots."
She gestured to Louie and Launchpad and now it was Huey and Dewey's turn to snicker.
"All aboard guys," Launchpad said. "We need to leave soon if we want to make it to Mexico by morning."
"Okay… be safe you guys." Dewey said, looking at Webby.
"Dewey, listen… we need to talk when I get home," Webby said, biting her lip. "I love you."
He smiled, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "I love you too."
Louie gave them a wave and disconnected the call. Webby looked emptier than before after seeing Dewey, so Louie wrapped her up in a long hug. She relaxed and leaned her head on his firm chest.
"You know I love you, right?" he said, gently kissing her forehead in a brotherly manner.
She smiled. "I know you do. I love you more, Lou."
Louie gave her one last squeeze before getting onto the plane. Webby gazed at S.H.U.S.H headquarters before getting inside the plane as well.
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Steelbeak is out there, Donald's depressed, Louie and Webby are bonding, Huey, Dewey, and Lena are trying not to get caught… what will happen next?