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dalek117: You've perfectly summed up the plot: a doozy
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Guest: I already answered you in the reviews regarding Jo's wellbeing, I'm not sure if you got to reading it :DD
AJ: Your writing keeps getting better and better! You also nailed her personality: she's such a workaholic. She literally kept working on her story when she got diagnosed with COVID-19, and kept working. I had to BEG her to take a break!
RANDOM: "I hate myself" LMAOOO, I LAUGHED AT THAT PART! And I love how you included boys in the line, one of my older brothers are gay, so good job! I have a question: I think in the first chapter you mentioned my parents were duck hunters or something, so will that put a strain on mine and Jo's friendship? Because she literally adores ducks.
dewdrop: I've already addressed this in the reviews
riverajocabed1: I think people are starting to understand that she's clean
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And after a very long break, we resume. Chapter 53 everyone :)
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As Scrooge drove the submarine towards Gyro's underwater lab, Henry looked out the window, lost in thought. He glanced at Sally, and let out an anguished sigh.
"You okay?" she asked.
He shook his head. "I… I don't belong here, Sally."
He kept his voice low, so that he wouldn't disturb Dewey and Webby, who were sleeping not even 2 feet away from him. He noticed Huey glaring at him, and Louie and Lena were talking in the bathroom.
"Henry…"
"They don't trust me."
"I mean," Sally said pointedly. "They have a reason not to."
He glared at her, but Sally glared back at him with just as much intensity in her green eyes.
"You're the son of two of the most F.O.W.L agents in the history of the organization," she hissed. "You created the C.I.L.E, fully wanting to use it on Scrooge, and now that your mom's taken over your little science project, you've switched sides… so yeah, Henry. No shit you don't belong here."
He grabbed her arm. "What the hell is your issue?"
She sighed. "I've seen what a real family looks like, Henry. For the first time in my life, I'm living in a non-toxic household!"
Henry growled. "You've just met them! What makes you so sure that—"
Sally waved a file in front of him that read, Henry. Henry scowled, and grabbed the file, only to find his picture, with Scrooge's writing scrawled across the bottom:
"Terribly angry, wildly unfocused, and driven by revenge. But he's shown a lot of promise. I think with the right mentoring, Henry Heron-Muncher can achieve something greater than F.O.W.L."
He stayed silent, so Sally stood up, and walked towards Huey.
"Hey," she greeted.
"Hello." Huey greeted neutrally. It was clear he wasn't the biggest fan of her.
Sally sighed. "Listen, I know you don't trust us, but believe me when I say there's good inside Henry… he's just had a tough time."
Huey narrowed his eyes. "He certainly didn't have a 'tough time' building that machine!"
"I'm talking about his relationship with his parents," Sally said sternly. "He's had a hard time with his father being absent overseas, and his mother being a deranged woman, who only cares for herself!"
Huey frowned.
"I expected you of all people to understand what he's going through… you grew up without a mother, didn't you?" Sally wondered.
Huey glared at her. "Don't bring her into this to try and prove your point. Your boyfriend is F.O.W.L, and that's that."
Before Sally could open her mouth to answer, Scrooge interrupted them.
"We're here, lads! Remember, keep your guard up. We don't know what's happened to Gyro." Scrooge said darkly. "We should've bought Donald."
"No," Reaper said. "Donald Duck agreed to guard McDuck Manor, and we can't get him now."
There was an uneasy silence.
"I mean, it's Gyro! He can handle himself… right?" Dewey asked.
"HOW IS MR. MCDUCK SUPPOSED TO FIND US AFTER YOU DISRUPTED ALL ELECTROMAGNETIC SOUND WAVES WITHIN A MILE?!" Gyro screamed.
The group gawked at the scene in front of them: Gyro and a smaller woman, whose back was turned to them, were screaming at each other, with Fenton desperately trying to intervene.
"The electromagnetic pulse was not my doing, nerd!" the female growled.
"Are you kidding me?!" Gyro cried, so angry that he was turning red. "Considering it's your organization doing this, I have a damn good reason to assume it was you! You ruined my message to Mr. McDuck by disrupting the soundwaves!"
"My ex organization! Don't make me electrocute you again, jackass!" the female cried.
"Why you little—"
"Enough! Gyro, if she says she didn't emit the electromagnetic pulse, then she didn't!" Fenton howled.
"Then who did?!" Gyro demanded.
"I believe that was me," Henry said, calmly walking inside the room.
Gyro stumbled back, obviously shocked. Henry loomed over the smaller, skinner man, frowning.
"And you are…?" Fenton asked.
"Oh, I know exactly who he is," the woman growled. "Henry Heron-Muncher."
Louie frowned, and craned his neck to get a better look at the girl who had just spoken: she was pretty short, and was about a head shorter than Fenton. Her jagged chocolate brown hair was all over the place, like she didn't pay much attention to it. It also had grey streaks, but Louie didn't think of the woman as 'old', she seemed skilled. She had tanned skin, which made her striking azure blue eyes stand out. Her outfit was simple: she wore a black T-shirt with blue jeans, and black sneakers. A grey hoodie was tied around her waist, and a pair of Waddle headphones sat on her neck. She seemed laidback and cool, but for some strange reason, Louie felt the need to keep his guard up around this woman.
"Gandra Dee," Henry frowned.
"I didn't realize the pampered prince would be joining us." Gandra said curtly.
Reaper smirked.
"Pampered prince?" Lena questioned.
"Oh yeah," Gandra growled. "Since mommy and daddy were big shot agents, he got everything he wanted, while some of us actually had to prove ourselves."
Henry scowled. "Hey, I proved myself. I had to go through 6 months of training like every other agent did. Nothing was handed to me by a silver spoon."
"6 months of training like every what?" Gandra asked, smirking.
"Like every other agent!" Henry snapped, obviously frustrated with having to repeat himself.
"Exactly," Gandra seethed. "The second you joined F.O.W.L, you were immediately positioned as an agent, while the rest of us had to crawl our way through the ranks! So don't you even try to convince me that nothing was handed to you by a silver spoon!"
There was a steely silence, and Webby half raised her hand.
"Uhm guys, as much as I like someone having the ability to shut Henry up—"
"Hey!" Henry cried angrily.
"—we have bigger problems." Webby finished.
Ganda turned to her. "I remember you. You were the one with the bad Italian accent, and tied up the spaghetti on mine and Fenton's first date." she smirked, making Webby blush.
"You tied up their food?" Dewey asked his girlfriend in disbelief.
Webby blushed harder. "Hey, Huey was the one who wanted them to kiss!" she defended.
"Nobody kisses on the first date! Unless they're desperate and want to hook up!" Lena cried.
"Fenton was desperate!" Webby cried.
"Well, I wouldn't say desperate…" Fenton muttered.
Violet groaned. "Hubert, you didn't follow the JWG for dating tips again, did you?"
"I… may have?" Huey managed, scratching the back of his neck. Violet pinched the bridge of her nose.
"I remember the red kid too." Gandra said, pointing at Huey. "You've aged well," she said, winking at him.
Huey blushed, obviously flustered.
"An older woman's hitting on Huey?" Louie asked, bemused. "These sure are confusing times."
"Kids, that 'older woman' is engaged to someone," Fenton said pointedly, gently grasping Gandra's hand, and showing them a ring.
Scrooge groaned at the turn of events, and banged his cane against the ground to get everyone's attention.
"We have bigger issues at hand," Scrooge said quietly. "The entire city of Duckburg is being controlled by—"
"Gandra's old workplace!" Gyro hollered.
Gandra cracked her knuckles. "Alright, stringbean! Now you're just asking for it!" Gandra cried, roughly shoving Gyro backward.
Gyro stumbled until he crashed into a nice, firm object. He didn't know what it was, but he was grateful for the landing. He looked up, only to be staring into the eyes of…
Henry?!
"W-wow, I… thanks." Gyro muttered, blushing.
"Is Gyro flustered?" Beakley murmured to Scrooge.
Scrooge shook his head. "Impossible, he's incapable of… well emotions."
But Gyro proved Scrooge wrong as he felt up Henry's shoulder, a light blush spreading across his face. Beakley couldn't blame him: Henry's parents were Black Heron and Steelbeak, who were both lookers back in the day. Henry was no exception. His curly auburn hair and tanned skin was enough to make any woman weak in the knees. He was also tall and well built like his father, preferred to dress classy, and sported a heavy stubble that gave him a masculine look.
"Uhm, you're welcome?" Henry squeaked, panic wracking his body as the lanky scientist felt him up right in front of his fiancée.
Sally growled. "Hands off, buddy. He's engaged to someone as well."
"Oh… uh right! Sorry!" Gyro managed.
Everyone smirked.
Scrooge cleared his throat. "Anyway, Gyro, I'm sure you've already figured out that F.O.W.L is behind this."
"I did," Gyro agreed. "I was going to send a signal out to you, but the soundwaves from the…" Gyro trailed off, unsure of what to call the machine.
"The C.I.L.E." Huey supplied.
Gyro rolled his eyes. "Cute. The C.I.L.E kept interfering with my signal. Just as I found a way to contact you, there was this huge electromagnetic pulse, stunning the effects of the machine."
"That was us," Scrooge said. "We had an informant on the inside to help us out with that, but we don't know her status, so we won't be getting her help anytime soon."
Violet cleared her throat. "We were wondering if you had any tech to help us out, Gyro. Something to help drown out the C.I.L.E's effects just long enough, so we can reach Heron's base, and shut it down for good."
"Purple girl, I'm sorry," Gyro frowned. "That's F.O.W.L tech. I can't… I don't know how to work with it."
Gandra stepped forward. "But I do. And so do they," Gandra announced, sticking her thumb out at Reaper and Henry.
"Are you really going to trust her?" Gyro asked, giving Gandra the mother of all dirty looks, to which Gandra rolled her eyes, and stuck up her middle finger at him.
"Well, what choice do we have?" Scrooge asked him.
Gyro just sighed.
Scrooge nodded. "Alright. Gandra, Gyro, Henry, Reaper, and Fenton, get started on a device to overcome the C.I.L.E," Scrooge turned to Beakley. "And I'll need you to babysit these two." he said, gesturing to Gandra and Gyro.
"Hey!" they cried.
"Sally, kids, you're with me. Let's try to figure out a way to get to Heron."
As Scrooge and his group ventured to another corner of the lab, Gandra spotted Reaper looking at her Waddle headphones.
"What?" Gandra asked, scowling.
"I think I have an idea." Reaper nodded.
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"Okay, Sally. You know where Heron's located," Webby said, dragging a whiteboard, and tossing Louie a marker.
"Yes, I do," Sally nodded. "She's located near The Cliffs of Duckburg, and she needs a high vantage point so the C.I.L.E works properly."
Louie nodded. "So, size matters—"
"That's what she said!" Lena blurted out.
Louie snorted. "As I was saying, height matters to Heron, as it helps the C.I.L.E function. Team Science is working on a machine to overcome the effects of the C.I.L.E, and once we can get to Heron, our first priority is being able to bring a C.I.L.E to a lower point."
"We'll need to separate," Scrooge frowned, thinking about the last time they'd split up on a mission.
"Right," Louie nodded. "Violet, and Huey will stay here at the lab."
"Wait, why me?" Huey asked, frowning. He wanted to help, not sit around.
"Because, I'll be taking Fenton, Gandra, and Manny with me. We'll need more hands on deck here at the lab, and since you and Vi are both science geeks, you're the most qualified."
Violet rolled her eyes, but nodded.
"I don't get it," Dewey frowned. "Why can't we just destroy the C.I.L.E directly? Shoot a missile at it or something? Why do we have this extra step of moving it to a lower vantage point and then destroying it?"
"Because," Sally piped up. "That thing is F.O.W.L technology. Back in 1978, F.O.W.L was working on a huge project to destroy Duckburg, Mouseton, and Cape Suzette, and they invested billions of dollars into it. Before they could even get a chance to use the machine, however, S.H.U.S.H found out about it, and it was promptly destroyed. High Command was furious, and F.O.W.L was laughed at for years. High Command then ordered this: for every machine created, if destroyed by a non-F.O.W.L member, the damage should be greater than what the machine was originally intended for."
Everyone paled.
"I always knew F.O.W.L was pretty bad… but man. They're awful." Dewey sighed.
"What… what happens if we destroy the C.I.L.E?" Violet asked, almost scared of the answer.
Sally's green eyes bore holes into hers. "A bomb so deadly, it'll make Hiroshima look like a firework. Millions dead. Millions left homeless. And do you know who will triumph? F.O.W.L. Because that's exactly what they want you to do."
"If it's so easy for them to create a weapon this deadly, why haven't they used it?" Huey asked.
"S.H.U.S.H keeps them in check, Hubert. If it weren't for them, you'd be dead by now."
The way Sally said it, so effortlessly, yet darkly, was enough to make Huey wonder who had begun F.O.W.L in the first place. Who wanted all forms of democracy and order gone? Who hated authority enough to make an entire organization dedicated to it?
"So, what's the plan?" Sally asked, turning to Louie.
"There'll be 2 teams. Team A will be me, Lena, Henry, Sally, Gandra, and Fenton. Lena can use her magic to help lift heavy objects, and Fenton can assist with that in his Gizmoduck armor. Once we get the C.I.L.E to a lower point, Henry, Sally, and Gandra will work on dismantling it," Louie said, sighing. "Team B will consist of Scrooge, Webby, Dewey, and Beakley. Their job is to find Heron, and keep her at bay. Team C will be Violet, Huey, and Gyro. Figure out a way to contact Mom and Launchpad, and warn them to not enter the city until it's safe."
Scrooge stood up. "It won't be safe, Heron's one crazy lad. But we've survived one F.O.W.L before, and we'll do it again. Now who's with me?"
"We are!" everyone yelled.
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Scrooge had some spare bedrooms in the Money Bin, so the kids decided to get some rest.
"Violet?" Huey asked. "You okay?"
"Y-yeah…" she muttered.
Huey frowned, and walked towards her, gently placing his hand on her shoulder. Violet immediately melted into his embrace, and Huey held her tightly.
Violet trembled in his arms. "I… I don't know where my parents are, and it's scaring me… Huey, if we don't beat this woman, then they're stuck like that forever… I-I can't, I won't, ever forget that feeling of my own willpower being t-taken away from me. But I only had to experience it for an hour or so, and my parents have been like that for days. They've been mindless F.O.W.L zombies for days… what if they can't remember anything? What if they don't remember me? I—"
She was cut off by a sweet, gentle kiss from him. Huey rested his forehead against hers, and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in close. Violet allowed herself to be held, and took several deep, shaky breaths.
"Violet Apollonia Sabrewing, you are the toughest, bravest, smartest girl I've ever met. If you can handle Steelbeak, I know you can handle Heron. I know you're worried about your parents, but we're going to make it through, and you'll be reunited with them. It'll be tough, but I wouldn't do it with anybody else." he said, looking her in the eye as he spoke each word.
His reassuring words sounded so genuine, she wanted to cry. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. Huey eagerly responded, lifting her up against his body. Violet wrapped her legs around him, and he was quick to pin her against the wall. They continued their makeout session, with Huey becoming slightly more eager and forward with each peck. He gently squeezed Violet's buttocks, making her gasp loudly into his mouth, which only seemed to excite the red dressed teen more.
Huey gently laid her down on the mattress.
"Ready?" he asked with a warm smile.
"Always."
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Man, it's good to be back. Need to do some brainstorming with Dalek, and we'll be off to the next chapter :))
—Jordan :)