Whaaat? A fast-ish update? Haven't seen one of these in maybe a month!

Guest: I'm gonna say Henry saw Sally on one of his first F.O.W.L assigned missions, and fell for her.

Ninjatana Warrior: Oh dude, all the conversations are tense here. And I sure am! :) I want to congratulate you on 100 reviews for Duckburg High, and the newest chapter was amazing. Really well done, I'm so happy they're finally together. BUT I'M PISSED AT YOU BECAUSE YOU COULD'VE DONE SO MUCH MORE WITH THAT KISS XDDD

dalek117: No problem! And I began the ending plot! I don't think I'm gonna add Becky, but I'm definitely doing the other ideas you gave me! This chapter is mainly F.O.W.L based, so we're only going to see small glimpses of the McDuck clan.

Guest: Thank you!

riverajocabed1: XDDD, GIRL what do you think I do instead of sleeping at night?! I write my fanfics! And I always feel guilty when I write about them, I know it hurts you. But, you know and understand that this story touches a lot of issues, which I love you for. And don't get too mushy with Black Heron, she turns into a real asshole this chapter. And... I'm starting to think there's a 50% chance for a sequel. I'm wrapping EVERYTHING up, maybe within the next 7 or 8 chapters? We'll see. I hate the fact Marvel gets more hyped than DC, Batman's story alone is better than 90% of the Marvel comics. I'm sorry if you feel jabbed! I'll jab you less next time. Heron is a bitch, you'll see that soon. 55 is the maximum I'll go for the Heron-McDuck arc, and 58 is the highest I'll go to wrap the entire thing up. I reallly want a Season 4, they have so many issues to address! And come find me then, I'll wait for you, ma reine. This is a long-ish chapter, this chapter, Chapter 49, is when the Heron arc begins, so grab some popcorn :))

49, almost 50!

ooo

"What?" Heron sneered venomously.

"Reaper's been living with the McDuck's." Infiltrator repeated quietly.

Heron growled. "Is it treason?"

"N-no!" Infiltrator said, hiding the anger that always fueled her when someone spoke badly of her brother. "When Steelbeak was killed, there were some complications, and under certain circumstances, Reaper had to live with the McDuck's."

"Well," Heron said coldly, obviously not appreciating being reminded of her husband's death. "I don't care about the circumstances. I'm back, meaning I call the shots—"

"You mean Henry calls all the shots." Infiltrator corrected pointedly.

Heron whipped around. "No. Me."

Infiltrator didn't back down. "Ma'am, with all due respect, this is Henry's mission that he's been working on, and carefully planning for months. You can't just steal—" Infiltrator suddenly gasped, and clutched at her neck, a throbbing pain pounding in her throat. Infiltrator dropped onto her knees. "Stop…" she pleaded. "P-please."

Heron calmly pressed a button on her metal arm. She grabbed Infiltrator's already sore neck, and squeezed it tightly. The robot let out a soft whine—only Heron was able to cause her actual pain.

"Let me make something clear," Heron hissed, seething. "I call the shots around here. Not my son. Understood?"

She squeezed Infiltrator's neck tighter, and she gasped.

"U-understood." she managed. Heron let go of her, and Infiltrator doubled over, coughing and gasping for air.

"Know your place." Heron snapped.

"Y-yes, ma'am." Infiltrator said softly.

She smirked. "Now… I think you were just agreeing on finding your brother, and bringing him to me, weren't you?"

"Yes. I will."

"I will what?" Heron growled.

"I will… ma'am." Infiltrator said shakily.

What they didn't know was that Sally was watching everything.

ooo

Meet in the backyard.

Reaper was surprised when he got a message from his sister. They had just met earlier that week to discuss Henry's plan, and it was rare to see her more than twice a week.

"Infiltrator?" Reaper called.

No answer.

"This isn't amusing," Reaper warned. "You know I hate it when you go all quiet on me."

Someone swiftly kicked him in his metal abdomen. Reaper flew backwards, hitting Scrooge's fountain, cracking it instantly. He stood up furiously.

"What the hell, Infiltrator!" he snapped, getting into his stance.

He heard the sound of someone loading a gun, and flipped out of the way. Bullets whizzed by him, and he cursed when one grazed his torso.

"Show yourself!" he demanded.

Crack snapped a twig.

Reaper whirred around, punching her in the stomach. She stumbled backwards and cursed.

"I don't want to fight you. What's the meaning of all this?!" he demanded.

Infiltrator ignored his pleas, and reloaded her silent gun once again. Reaper punched the fountain, and a sharp piece of marble crumbled out. Just as his sister aimed her weapon at him, he threw the small piece of stone, where it wedged itself in the muzzle of the gun. It exploded in her hands, and she cursed. Reaper wasted no time advancing on her, and slammed her head against the crumbling fountain. One of her violet eyes cracked, and began to flicker. More shards of marble tumbled out, and he pushed her away before they could hurt her further. His mind was stuck between, 'Hit her', and, 'She's your sister. Don't touch her'.

Infiltrator landed on her bottom. Reaper loomed over her, arms crossed. His red eyes burned with fury.

"Unless you want me to break your other eye, you'll tell me why you're here." he spat venomously.

"I can't." Infiltrator hissed.

He got so frustrated that he punched the remains of the fountain.

"What are you doing?!" he demanded.

She finally caved. "H-Heron wants you back."

Reaper remained stone faced. "Well, I can't leave, much less join her."

"Reaper…" Infiltrator sighed.

"We promised Scrooge that we'd try our best to stop all this. We promised to give up our lives for the McDuck's!" Reaper snapped.

Infiltrator sneered with disgust. "You mean you promised. Reaper, does it look like I want to do this?! If I don't capture you, then I'm putting both of our lives in jeopardy! You don't know what Heron's capable of, but I do! She… she managed to hurt me."

Reaper growled. "Is she suspicious?"

"A little," Infiltrator said. "She thinks you've been conspiring with the McDuck's, which you have."

"Which we have," he corrected, scowling at his sister. "From the sounds of it, Heron is the one controlling the whole mission."

"She's trying," Infiltrator admitted. "She wants revenge just as bad as Henry does…"

"You're scared," Reaper frowned. "You thought Henry could be talked out of it, which he still could, but now that she's in charge…"

"The attack is bound to happen." Infiltrator confirmed. "Reaper, don't forget who you are and where you came from. We're just F.O.W.L bots… nothing more."

"To them," Reaper agreed. "But in the time I've spent with the McDuck family, I've learned what life is! For the longest time, I didn't know if I even existed… but I do! Living with this family has opened my eyes to the possibilities, S.H.U.S.H or F.O.W.L. They've been brainwashing us to think that the world is an evil place, but it's not. Heron's too brainwashed to change, but Henry… he still has a chance. I can't let him turn into his parents."

He sat down, and she sat down next to her, leaning on his shoulder.

"Henry, your Henry, was right then, huh? F.O.W.L wasn't the way to go." she asked softly.

Reaper stayed silent.

She began trembling. "Reaper, I can't disobey a direct order."

He walked towards his sister, and gently grasped her hands in his own. "Then stay with me. I'm sure Dr. Gearloose has something that can get rid of the F.O.W.L in us…"

She, surprisingly, hugged him. Reaper was quick to return the gesture until he felt his arms go numb. His vision began to darken, and he roughly pushed her away, cursing himself. He glared at her, his red eyes dimming down.

"Bitch," Reaper hissed. "You messed with my… manifold." he managed, before dropping onto his knees.

Infiltrator simply shrugged, holding up a finger. From it emerged a thin pin, something definitely narrow enough to reach for the back of his neck and make him momentarily unconscious.

"You're making a mistake." he tried.

"No," she said coldly. "I'm helping you."

ooo

"Henry," Sally called, rushing upstairs. "We need to leave, now!"

Henry frowned, but grabbed his wallet nonetheless. "Leave? Where do you want to go? Dinner? Movie?"

She slapped the wallet out of his hands, and gripped his shoulders tightly.

"Henry," she snapped. "Your mother is plotting against you."

Henry knit his brows together. "She would never…"

Sally hardened. "Does it look like I'm kidding?! I'm serious, Henry! She's slowly gaining control over your mission."

Henry scowled. "I'll go see her. This is my mission."

Sally gripped his arm. "Just… be careful."

They kissed. Henry headed to the lair, where the Eggmen were setting up the mind controlling device.

"What the hell!" Henry snapped venomously. "You weren't supposed to do anything without my orders!"

"Sorry, sir," they mumbled.

"Keep going!" a voice boomed from above.

Henry looked up to find his mother—she looked a lot better. Her hair was put up into a bun, and she wore an elegant red sleeveless dress that reached her mid thigh. Her metallic arm sparkled, and Henry realized that she had replaced it with tungsten. He dimly noted that there were also many buttons and switches on her new arm.

"What's going on here?" Henry asked, jaw clenched.

"I've ordered the Eggmen to start building the C.I.L.E." she said nonchalantly.

"The C.I.L.E?" Henry asked skeptically.

"City Instructive Loyalty Enforcer," she explained calmly. "I'm going ahead with the plan."

"My plan," Henry said firmly. "Don't forget you're the secondary, Mother. You don't order anything without consulting me first."

Heron scowled, obviously not used to being ordered around. "Listen, now that I'm back, I'm calling the shots—"

"AND YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO DO SO!" Henry roared. "I've been planning this for months, while you were in prison! You can't just waltz in here and take what's mine."

Heron softened. "You're right, Henry… I'm sorry."

She opened her arms, and Henry scowled, suspicious of her intentions

"What?" Heron asked incredulously. "Can I not hug my own son?"

Henry's face softened by a fraction, and he smiled. "You can."

Henry hugged her, and when he pulled away, his mother smiled wickedly. Henry's eyes widened, and she raised her metal hand, sparks of blue electricity crackling around it.

"Sorry," she smirked, before slamming her palm onto his chest.

Henry screamed, as the blue electricity consumed his entire being. He trembled violently, and Heron finally let him go. He fell unconscious, and slumped onto the floor.

"Sorry, son," she smirked. "I call the shots from here on out."

She turned. "Eggmen! Take him away!"

ooo

Scrooge growled.

"What is it, Uncle Scrooge?" Donald asked.

"I haven't seen that blasted metal contraption at all today." he grumbled.

Donald shrugged. "It's probably nothing. I'm sure Reaper went off with Infiltrator."

"No," Scrooge said. "He cannot leave the Manor without my knowledge, he would've told me."

"Scrooge," Donald sighed. "He's a robot that was created by F.O.W.L, I'm sure he's left the Manor dozens of times behind your back."

"Which I'm aware of, he's not as sneaky as he thinks he is," Scrooge frowned. "But this time seemed forced, and he left in a hurry, almost perplexed."

"Do you think he was captured?" Donald asked.

"He's a robot, whose main purpose is to attack or kill people. I think he's perfectly capable of defending himself." Scrooge frowned.

Donald knit his brows. "That doesn't change the fact that he might've been captured. Should we be worried…?"

"Not yet," Scrooge said, trying not to let the slight tremor of trepidation seep into his voice. "I think we should wait." He shot Donald an amused look. "These ducks don't back down, right lad?"

Donald managed a smile. "Never."

"Uncle Scrooge! Uncle Donald! You need to check this out!" Huey called from the backyard.

Scrooge and Donald rushed outside, only to find the backyard in ruins. The marble fountain was in pieces, there were spare bolts strewn all over the place, and there seemed to be small shards of glass.

Scrooge picked the glass up, and he and Huey inspected it.

"This is tempered glass," Huey observed. "It's almost unbreakable."

"That's the same type of glass as Reaper's eye." Scrooge said mutely. "Or Infiltrator."

They all faced each other, eyes wide.

"Uncle Scrooge, you don't think he's gotten kidnapped… or well robotnapped, have you?" Dewey asked shakily.

Scrooge sighed. "From the looks of it, there's a good chance something's bad happened to Reaper."

"Doesn't the robot have a GPS tracking system?" Donald asked.

"He does," Scrooge remembered, pulling it out of his pocket.

No Signal.

Scrooge cursed under his breath. "His location is unknown."

Webby took a deep breath. "Let's stop thinking so negatively, guys. This is Reaper we're talking about, right?"

"Y-yeah," Louie said, though it was clear that he was nervous. They had just been through so much, and now, a killer robot was missing. "He's literally hardwired to kick ass. He'll be okay." he said, shooting a glance at Dewey's neck. "He… he has to be."

"Well, wherever he is, I hope that the flying upgrade Gyro gave him comes in handy." Scrooge sighed.

"You gave him a flying upgrade?" Donald asked incredulously.

Scrooge shrugged. "Gyro said he was bored, and kept pestering for me to give him money for another invention. So, I just let him upgrade Reaper instead."

Everyone shuddered. Minus Lil Bulb, nearly all of Gyro's inventions went haywire.

"Well, let's not worry about it too much. Call your friends over, and take your mind off of this, lads. Let the adults handle this." Scrooge instructed.

The four teens glumly nodded, and went inside the Manor.

"You need to tell them about the potential threat, you know." Donald said pointedly.

Scrooge frowned. "What would I say? That the son of the two most popular F.O.W.L villains are alive, and he wants to avenge his father?"

Donald scowled. "Giving Launchpad the month off so he could spend time with his family? That little 'spa trip' you sent Daisy and Della on?"

"Donald, you were supposed to go with them too." Scrooge muttered.

He scowled. "It was just a ploy to get rid of us. You convinced everyone that they needed a break from all the literal shit that was happening: Steelbeak and Della, Louie and the Beagles, Anthony and Joanne, now Steelbeak's son? But you couldn't fool me. I saw right through it, and so did Della, but I convinced her to go. Uncle Scrooge, you're pushing us away."

"If you're gone, I know that you're safe. Isn't that what you'd do for the boys and Webbigail?"

"Yes," Donald admitted. "But ever since Della's disappearance, I promised I'd never keep secrets from them again. I'd be honest with them. Besides, this isn't about them! I know they're capable of taking care of themselves!"

Scrooge's eyes flashed angrily. "And I'm not?"

"Not without us," Donald scowled. "Don't forget what condition you were in when the boys first realized the truth about their mother."

Scrooge blushed. "Fine."

"You need us just as much as we need you.'' Donald said fiercely.

He turned, then faced Scrooge again. "And it hurts that you don't think the same thing."

ooo

"I did what you asked," Infiltrator muttered, dropping Reaper's still unconscious body at Heron's feet.

Heron clapped her hands giddily, like a little kid who'd just gotten a present on Christmas morning. "Let's take a look… "

Heron knelt down, and opened a small hatch on the back of Reaper's metal head. She frowned.

"The manifold's been tampered with…"

"Yes, I had to—" Infiltrator tried to tell her about the latest attack.

"Not by you," Heron snapped. "By someone else. Do you think that you're powerful enough to knock out one of Henry Vanderquack's creations?!"

There it was.

For Infiltrator's entire life, she had always been compared to Reaper—and while it was something all siblings usually went through, Infiltrator faced it nearly everyday. Reaper was the product of Henry, Heron, and Steelbeak. She, on the other hand, was just the product of Steelbeak and Heron, after they went pretty much insane. With Henry in the mix, he was always able to calm both of them down, but without him, their chaotic energy had no outlet. They had let it consume them. That's all she was… the product of their combined chaotic thoughts.

The mere thought of being created by the Henry Vanderquack, and going on various missions with him, instantly made Reaper better than her. For years, Infiltrator had to make a name for herself, struggling to get out of everyone's shadow: Henry, Heron, Steelbeak, Reaper… she had strived for her independence. If Reaper had known this bit, maybe he would've been more prepared for an attack, but he wasn't.

"Well, I did manage to knock him out," Infiltrator bit out.

Heron rolled her eyes. "Barely. You had to use the manifold."

Infiltrator wanted to punch Heron, she really did. But then she remembered the bizarre and cruel punishment Heron could use on her if she ever went out of line.

Heron sighed. "It's going to take a while for me to fix him. Take him away for now, and download the contents of his memory. If he's been conspiring with McDuck's, then he's bound to leak some information."

Infiltrator carried his limp body downstairs, to some of the private cell holdings in the basement, and opened a door.

She wanted to scream.

ooo

Huey was splashing around the pool with Violet.

"Hubert!" she laughed.

Huey grabbed her, and pinned her up against the wall. He gently kissed her neck and shoulder, tasting the water, before he made his way up to her lips. At the same time he kissed her his hand found its way underneath the remainder of Violet's swimsuit. She gasped as his lips pressed against hers and he simultaneously slipped his finger inside her. His other hand crept up between them to fondle her bare skin. He worked on undoing the knots that held her bikini top up. Frustrated, he just ripped the fabric, and Violet groaned.

"Hubert, I hope you do know that was my only swimming suit." she said pointedly.

He blushed. "S-sorry Vi."

She gave him a sassy smirk. "And you're buying a new one for me."

He gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. "You're not making me go to…"

She gave him a devious smirk. "Oh yes I am."

"Violet… not the mall!" Huey shrieked.

She giggled. "Pass me your shirt. We leave now."

They got out of the pool. Huey chuckled and handed her his shirt, and she slipped it on.

"I'll go get some clothes from Webby, and we can go," she said, kissing his cheek.

Huey softly kissed her back, and headed to his room to dry off and change. He pulled his dark red hoodie over his head, and pulled on some jeans. When he stepped outside, Duckworth was waiting for him.

"Master Hubert, may I have a word with you?" Duckworth said, sounding somewhat amused, his normal, lighthearted tone replaced with a teasing one.

"Sure Duckworth, what is it?" Huey asked.

Duckworth cleared his throat. "Master Scrooge wishes me to give you a message: That you need to be setting an example, and that he knows it's hard to control your urges. He also wants you to know that there are windows in the Manor. It is not wise to display certain areas of your body in public spaces."

Huey's mouth dropped open in utter shock. His face first drained of blood, then it came rushing back to flush his cheeks bright red.

Duckworth gave a nod with a frown, then turned around to hide the huge grin that spread on his face. He fought his best not to chuckle. He disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Huey said nothing, whirling around numbly and rushing for the staircase where he saw that she was just coming downstairs.

"Hue?" Violet called after him, confused as to why he was acting so strange.

He was absolutely mortified that his Uncle had seen all of that.

ooo

"And this was your Uncle Henry Vanderquack whom you were named after," Heron said, standing in front of a newer tombstone. "He was…" she caught herself. "He used to be my best friend."

"Wow," a 3 year old Henry murmured in awe. He had heard so many stories about the man… and despite just barely knowing him, Henry missed him terribly—more than he missed his father, who was overseas in Mexico.

Heron nodded, pride in her eyes. "Wow is right. He was brave, smart, strong… everyone wanted to be him."

"If he was so good at all those things, how come he's dead, Mommy?"

Heron darkened. "Betrayal, Henry. It's the worst possible thing that could happen to anyone."

"Henry? Oh god, just please be alive!"

Henry's eyes snapped open, and he found someone shaking him. She had flowing black hair, and green eyes, the tan skin in between her eyebrows scrunching together in distress.

"S-Sally?" he asked shakily.

She flung herself at him, kissing him deeply. When she pulled away, Henry found himself staring at a strange sight: Infiltrator was keeping watch, making sure nobody came inside the cell, Reaper was knocked unconscious, and Sally looked like she had been crying.

"What happened?"

"Your mother," Sally growled. "Decided to electrocute you."

"Oh god…" Henry groaned.

"It's decided," she said venomously. "We need to leave. Your mother has gained control of most, if not all, of the mission, she has access to your bank account, and the C.I.L.E is almost ready to launch."

Henry groaned. "I can't believe that name caught on."

"Say what you want about her," Sally said, a hint of a smile on her face. "But it's a catchy name." she dropped her tone, so it sounded like someone announcing a movie. "The C.I.L.E, coming to destroy a city near you!"

Infiltrator snorted.

"Sally, focus?" he pleaded.

"Right!" Sally said. "Anyway, your mom is insane, and the C.I.L.E is almost ready. We need to leave."

"How?" Henry asked. "The entire lair is being guarded by Eggmen."

"I think you've forgotten that Miss. Infiltrator here is a freaking stealth queen!" she said proudly.

Infiltrator sighed. "I cannot assist you in this."

Henry stared at her. "She's gone mad with power, Infiltrator! How could you possibly not help us?!"

"Black Heron has me wrapped around her finger! I can show you a path through the vents, but that's about it. Take Reaper and get out of here!" she cried.

"G-go?" Henry stuttered, rocketing to his feet. "I'm not leaving you behind with her!"

Infiltrator gave him a hard look. "Henry, there's no time to argue about this! I'll be okay. We won't be separated forever."

He growled, but relented. "We don't know where to go. We don't know what to do. Reaper's unconscious. How are we supposed to get him out of here?"

"Breathe," Infiltrator ordered. Her hand came up to his shoulders, rubbing him in a comforting manner, "I'm here and I've got it all figured out for you, okay?"

"Okay," Henry mumbled.

"Both of you listen to me very carefully."

"I'm listening," Sally said to her.

"Once I open the cell door, she'll be alerted, so you have to move quickly. I'm going to tell you the route you have to take now, and then I'm going to get you to repeat it back to me, okay?"

"Okay."

"To the right of the cell is a door. When you walk in, you will see two sets of steps. Take the steps that go down. When you reach the bottom of the steps, keep going straight. The floor will begin to slant up, don't panic. You will come to a set of doors. Take the one on the left. Keep going. Eventually, you will come to a door that will take you outside."

Though they had many questions to ask her, they did what they were supposed to, and repeated her directions.

"Good," Infiltrator breathed. She slid her hand from Henry's shoulder to his hand and pressed something into it. "Here is a key. All of the doors are unlocked except for the last one, the one that's between you and outside. This will unlock it."

"What about Reaper?" Sally asked her seriously. "How are we supposed to get him outside?"

"You're going to have to carry him. There's no other way. You have to be strong enough."

Henry was afraid she was going to say that.

"What do we do when we get outside?" Sally asked her.

"Reaper should be awake by the time you reach the door. He'll know what to do. Are you ready?"

"I think so." Henry said.

"Good. First things first, help me pull him into a sitting position."

They sat Reaper up.

"I'm opening the cell door," she warned me. "So you have to be ready to go. I'll help you get him into position."

"Okay."

The door slid and she was suddenly at her side, barking orders and slinging Reaper around her body. He weighed a ton.

"Bend your knees, like that." Infiltrator said as she settled Reaper across his shoulders. Henry already felt his dead weight pushing on him. "It's the best way to carry him, I know it might suck. Don't be afraid to drop him and drag him though, if you have to. He can take it."

"Okay," Henry grunted.

"Stand up. Make sure you use your legs and hips."

Henry, to his surprise, found that he could bear Reaper's weight.

"Sally, you keep a good hold on that key," Infiltrator warned her. "Now go, quickly."

"Thank you for everything," Sally told her, feeling that this was not enough.

And then they went. Feeling like a turtle, dragging around a heavy shell, Henry tottered to the right of the cell, throwing open the door. There was a faint light, almost burnt out, high above Reaper, and Henry made out the steps that led downward and approached them carefully. Sally knew that they had to move fast and that they didn't have time to waste, but she also knew that if they tried to run down the stairs too fast, Henry could fall and hurt Reaper, and potentially get them recaptured. They had one shot at this and they had to do it right. Sally also knew that part of the reason Infiltrator had stayed behind was to hold off those who would be coming to recapture her, Reaper, and Henry.

By the time they reached the bottom of the steps, Henry was dripping in sweat—Reaper felt like a sumo wrestler.

Henry couldn't afford to slow any more than they already had. He lifted his head and saw that there were several tunnels branching off. Henry forward, step by step. As promised by Infiltrator, the floor began to slant upward, each step becoming a struggle. his side began to scream under Reaper's weight. He forced himself not to think about it. Instead of focusing on his aches and pains, he made himself rerun the route in his head.

They reached the two doors. As ordered, Sally took the one to the left. It opened easily under her palm, swinging inward. There was a dark tunnel in front of them. It could've been filled with anything: spiders, snakes, Heron. Still, they lumbered forward without hesitation. This was the path to freedom; they would battle anything that they came across. It was not the time to be scared. It was the time to be determined. They counted their steps as they walked. The couple couldn't bear to rerun the route again, knowing that they were on the last bit of their journey; that they were almost free. They trembled as they thought about freedom. At the same time, though, their elation was undermined by the terrifying thought that they weren't free yet: that they had a way to go. At any moment, Heron could appear and send them back to their cell … or worse.

Henry focused on counting his steps.

Mid-step, Sally swung her foot forward and hit her bare toes off the stone wall. She groaned in pain, but that was all she allowed herself to do. Sally repositioned the key in her hand and groped along the wall until she found the door, then the door handle, and finally the lock. In the darkness, it took her several tries to finally get the key inserted. She was cursing by the time the key finally slid into the lock. Hands shaking with anticipation, Sally twisted the key and then grabbed desperately at the handle. The door opened toward her, and she took a step back to give the door some space.

When Sally finally looked to the outside world, there was fresh air running into her lungs.

"Woah! Careful!" Henry cried, grabbing her.

She cursed herself—they were standing right at the edge of a cliff, and she had almost fell off.

"Reaper!" Sally gasped, shaking Henry's shoulder . "Is he conscious?"

Henry threw the robot down, and inspected him. With a growl, he slapped Reaper across the face. He wondered if this was some cruel joke from Infiltrator—forced to jump off a cliff or get recaptured?

Then, Reaper's eyes began to glow its usual red.

"H-Henry? What—"

"No time to explain!" Henry snapped. "Infiltrator said you'd know how to get us out of here!"

His eyes darkened. "Where is that bitch?!"

Henry groaned. "Reaper! Escape now, revenge later!"

Reaper groaned, but eyed his surroundings. They seemed to be on the edge of a cliff. Jagged rocks awaited them below, along with rough tides.

"Okay," Reaper instructed. "Grab onto me."

Henry and Sally did as they were told, and Reaper side hugged them both tightly.

"Close your eyes, and trust me." he said.

"W-wait! Reaper! WAIT!" Henry roared as Reaper jumped off the cliff.

Sally and Henry screamed, waiting for their impending doom.

…so why was it taking so long?

Henry tentatively opened his eyes, and saw that they were safely skimming the water. Reaper was glancing down at him with a sly smirk.

"We're alive?" Sally asked. Then, with an almost hysterical laugh, she repeated herself. "WE'RE ALIVE!"

"Holy shit, Reaper, you could've told us you could fly now!" Henry spat.

Reaper chuckled. "I wanted to build some tension. It was most amusing to see you organics so frightened."

As they flew above the water, Henry closed his eyes, letting the mist hit his face. Nobody noticed the tears streaming down his face.

"Betrayal, Henry. It's the worst possible thing that could happen to anyone."

ooo

"Is it ready?" Heron asked.

"Ready, ma'am." an Eggmen said proudly.

Heron eyed Duckburg. Goodbye Dorkburg, hello World Larceny.

"Fire at will." she smirked.

ooo

And I'm gonna end it here :))

The end, my friends, is near ;)

(Hey, that rhymed!)

—Jordan :)