Introducing a totally new character, Samuel Duckfaster! What? No, this is a completely new character. Totally not a name mentioned in the first chapter. Totally not.
Yeah look back at Chapter 1 if you don't get it, that's a clue
Or you can just continue reading!


"Duckfaster Incorporated, how may I help you?"

"Mr. Duckfaster?" A voice spoke on the other side. "There's an important Board Meeting tonight. Will you come?"

"Certainly, certainly." The CEO replied.

His name was Samuel Duckfaster. An immigrant from Scotland during World War II, his arrival to Duckburg was a chance for him to start a new life, a life away from his poor background. From there, he began to save up his money by working at a bakery, doing all the orders and serve all the delicious cakes. Finally, when he had enough money, he began to invest on a hostel he found out one day, and soon it became Duckfaster Incorporated main headquarter.

His potential was soon gaining attention on reputable businessmen, notably Scrooge McDuck and Flintheart Glomgold. In the end, Samuel made a deal with McDuck Enterprises which would have his company to become a wholly-owned subsidiary of McDuck Enterprises for $1.3 billion.

Now a billionaire, he continued the mantle as the CEO of Duckfaster Incorporated and a board member of McDuck Enterprises. Tonight was going to be the first meeting at McDuck Enterprises for him, but it seemed like he was putting his attention on something else. The billionaire was gone for a few days from his seat, and now that he returned, the staff members noticed that something was up. He had never been this upset before.

Samuel heard a knock on the door. "Come in."

"Mr. Duckfaster, someone is here to see you." A man presented himself.

"Call them in, Mr. Peterson." Samuel replied.

"Yes, Mr. Duckfaster. I'll call them in now." Peterson then left the room.

A few moments later, the guest showed up. It was Scrooge McDuck.

"Greetings, Mr. Duckfaster." Scrooge greeted.

"Call me Samuel. Pleasure to see you, Mr. McDuck."

"Call me Scrooge." He chuckled. "We're into this formality way too much, aren't we?"

"Certainly, certainly." Samuel laughed. "Why don't you have a seat? I'll go get you a drink."

The two businessmen sat down, with both having a cup of water.

"So, what brings you here Scrooge?" Samuel asked. "Especially when it's this early in the morning."

"Well, I've heard that you were coming back, so I had to come immediately to see my business partner." Scrooge casually replied. "I'm just here to inform you that I'm not going to participate in tonight's board meeting. I have a great adventure ahead to Monacrow with my family."

"Ah, Monacrow." Samuel paused for a moment, then spoke again. "Per usual, no no with the vultures?"

"Per usual, no no with the vultures." Scrooge nodded. "You knew me so well! It's like we're friends!"

The billionaire shrugged. "We can certainly be friends, who knows?"

"Well, I hope that I'll see you tomorrow." Scrooge stood up. "I need to go back and get all my things before we settle on this amazing trip."

"Pleasure to see you." Samuel also stood up.

They shook hands. "Pleasure to see you, too."

"Should I get someone to escort you?" Samuel asked.

"That would be greatly appreciated." Scrooge replied.

"Peterson?" Samuel called through the door. "Could you escort Mr. McDuck here please?"

"It would be my pleasure, Mr. Duckfaster." Peterson happily replied. "Mr. McDuck, let's get you to the exit."

Once they went out, Samuel closed the door and sighed. "He doesn't know what's going to happen next... It's just going to be a matter of time now at this point."

What was strange about Samuel Duckfaster was that little was known about him. His family was nowhere to be spotted, and no records could be found about the Duckfaster lineage. His sympathy for the trillionaire was more than just questionable, as he almost never interacted with Scrooge McDuck other than having business meetings, which both also rarely met.

He went back to his seat, looking back at some of the recent files. It was his daily routine: at the very early morning he would check his inquiries with business partners, and even though McDuck Enterprises is the parent company of Duckfaster Incorporated, his company worked independently from the structure Scrooge made per the legal content of the takeover process. Skimming through all the files, he saw most of the records were from McDuck Enterprises, mainly negotiations for specific assets his company could use for commercial purposes. Then a negotiation with Duckburg Television LLC on a joint venture which would produce television series based on superhero comics. Samuel chuckled, wondering whether or not this would boost their watch time.

Suddenly, something strange came up. The file was labelled as "O.W.L. Corp." with the negotiation details ambiguously convenient. Samuel took a closer look and froze.

"The deal that I never wanted to negotiate comes up at my table." Samuel said, unamused. "Oh well, there has to be people that want to stab me on my back."

He looked closer at the detail and saw the signers. The billionaire immediately stopped looking and went out of his office.

oOo

"Got enough time until night... should be able to keep those vultures at bay."

Enough time, but Samuel Duckfaster wasn't going to spend all those time. He knew how much little time he had left until the board meeting commence, he had to act fast on what he needed to do. "Funso's Fun Zone." Duckfaster chuckled. "I'm here."

It was almost noon, which meant that Funso's was still open.

"Greetings, Mr. Duckfaster." An employee greeted the billionaire.

"Hello, Jane." Samuel replied. "I would like to have some fun today, if you don't mind."

"Certainly, Mr. Duckfaster." Jane smiled. "After all, this place isn't just for kids."

"That's what I thought." He replied, then proceeded to jump on the ball pit.

Little did Jane know, he was here for something else. He needed to get in the secret entrance of this ball pit.

"Exactly what I thought." Duckfaster said as he went down. "This place is crampy, not gonna lie."

This was not what Samuel Duckfaster expected to do at the afternoon, but he had his own motives in his mind. He must made it count. As he passed hallways and rooms he tried to memorise all of the places he encountered them and made a mental map on the whole underground base. He then faced an enormous room.

"This is it." Samuel told himself. "The Command Centre. I can finally put an end to this without troubling my family longer..."

He changed his small hat to a top hat, and went inside. The Command Centre was surprisingly empty, with only a large red screen and a logo titled 'F.O.W.L.' having presence. Samuel was trying to be extremely careful, as one wrong move could ruin his investigation and possibly his life. He walked slowly toward the right, and saw a room full of people in there. Not wanting to cause too much attention, he slowly walked away from there and moved forward.

"There was another room... but it's almost empty." Samuel thought. "Unless..."

As Duckfaster continued to pave his way to the other side, he could now overhear that a conversation was commencing inside the room - one was a very familiar voice.

"Now, for the matter about April." The vulture began. "I trust that you have a plan for the capturing."

"Allow me to present it then." It was a voice of a teenager. Samuel's heart was pounding. He thought he heard the voice before. Not that Bradford's voice was unfamiliar, but the other voice was extremely hard for Duckfaster to identify. At this point, he couldn't care less about his position longer - this was more than just a shady business.

"When late afternoon struck, my aunt would be a distraction for Scrooge McDuck - as she would transform to become me." The teenager was presenting her plan. "Don't worry, she's too much of a nutcase to be included in the capture, and I'm planning to get rid of her anyways. She would definitely cause chaos and mayhem, and I've set up a bunch of clues that would lead April to somewhere else. That will be my chance to capture her. The rest is your part."

"Your plan is perfect." Bradford said. "With that, we can easily capture April and get her on our side."

"Sure does, Director Buzzard." The teenager replied. Her voice was almost emotionless. "Though this would have me convincing her first in order to have a distraction. I already set a course that would definitely prevent them from getting to Monacrow successfully. All we need is that, and you can count on me."

"Do you need some agents to assist you?" Bradford asked. "We have more than enough to capture April."

"No." She replied. "April is stubborn on her decision. I've been interacting with her, and you should know. Besides, after this capturing we don't really need that much convincing. Leave it to me."

"Alright, your point stands." Bradford gave in. "I shall trust your judgement. Good luck, Agent Lena."

That was enough for Samuel to hear. He immediately ran quietly from the scene.

oOo

When he finally climbed back up to the ball pit, it was on the afternoon.

"The Shadow War should come at any minute." Samuel looked at his watch. "I'll do some settlements now..."

He looked through his contacts and called Bradford Buzzard.

"Greetings, Mr. Buzzard." Samuel talked through the phone. "I have a very important business meeting tonight with my employees, it's an emergency, so can we maybe reschedule the board meeting?"

"Oh, Mr. Duckfaster, there will be no need to do that. As far as I'm aware, we could do that... now."

"What do you mean-"

"Oh hi Mr. Duckfaster!" Jane suddenly came through. "Would you like a cup of water?"

"Sure, I guess..." Samuel took the cup of water. "Listen, Mr. Buzzard, my schedule is very tight-"

As he drank the cup of water, he suddenly froze. The phone dropped and he fell down.

Jane picked the phone up. "It's done."

"Excellent. My men will be there shortly. Go back to your duties."

oOo

Samuel was in pain. A lot of pain.

He woke up in the worst condition possible. And somehow his day didn't get to the point of him actually getting killed yet. Looking around, he noticed that the room he got trapped into was the same room he eavesdropped on.

The door burst open and Bradford Buzzard appeared.

"Samuel Duckfaster?" Bradford said, then sniggered. "Or should I call you... Scrooge McDuck?"

"So..." Scrooge began. "You knew."

"Oh, I knew." Bradford replied. His voice was filled with disgust and full of hate. "I knew that you were always trying to outsmart me! You went back early from your trip, didn't you?"

"Wait, what?"

"Don't play trick games with me here, Scrooge." The vulture angrily responded. "It has always been you. What, don't you think I realise that every time you appeared on a meeting, Scrooge disappears for supposedly 'an adventure'? Making a shell company to take down my organisation! You were supposed to never recognise me again after the Papyrus of Binding I signed!"

"Huh, I guess Bradford is an idiot after all." Scrooge thought.

"No words?" Bradford asked impatiently.

"You should know by now that I made my fortune by being tougher than the toughies, smarter than the smarties, and most importantly-" Scrooge spitted on Bradford, then spoke again. "-sharper than the sharpies."

Bradford was getting furious. "I've should have known better."

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. A female chicken was to be seen at the window.

Bradford opened the door. "What is it, Agent Dee?" He asked.

"Good news, Director Buzzard." Agent Dee replied. "Agent Lena just sent a message notifying that everything is according to plan. The plane just landed at McDuck Manor."

"That's impossible." Bradford was very surprised. "Surely Scrooge wasn't on board on the plane, right?"

"Yes, he was on the plane." Agent Dee was confused. "He organised the trip."

"It can't be, he's right here-"

Bradford pointed at the chair, now empty with the knots scrambled everywhere.

"I need Agent Heron and Agent Steelbeak to report to my office." Bradford ordered. "Immediately."

"Yes, Director." Agent Dee then went away.

oOo

Scrooge McDuck had seen it all. But this was more than what he experienced. An operation that was orchestrated by F.O.W.L. was more than deadly to what he encountered that night.

No. This was the definition of a dystopia being a reality. And he needed to act now, one way or the other.

"Cryptic message sent successfully. Now to get the hell out of this place."