Darkwing had spent the rest of the afternoon with Morgana. Her limited information on the problem
bothered her. She wanted to know what they were dealing with before Darkwing tried to stop what ever it
was. He assured her he would be careful, and report back when he found out what it was. At around 6
Darkwing got a message from Launchpad on his communicator.
"You'd better get over here DW. It's Megavolt and Bushroot. They've busted into the Army
research lab on the out skirts of town."
"Right." Darkwing ended the transmission and looked to Morgana, sighing and rolling his eyes.
Morgana chuckled. She leaned over to him and kissed him softly on the cheek.
"Go on hero." She said, grinning "Your other lover needs you." Darkwing laughed.
"Crime fighting's great, but I wouldn't call it my other lover." He smirked. "More like my
concubine!" Morgana narrowed her eyes and smacked him playfully with a couch pillow. He darted to
the side and kissed her quickly before she could swing again. He headed to the door, calling over his
shoulder as he went. "Keep my fire burning Morg, I'll be back sooner than you think."
"I've heard that before!" She called to him. She moved to the window and watched him pull
away from the house. She smiled to herself as she watched him disappeared from sight down the road.
She headed up to her study, the feeling of his kiss still lingered on her lips.
The flash came across her suddenly. She staggered and caught herself on a long legged table.
She slid down and sat on the floor, her head resting against the wall. A thin line of perspiration formed
on her brow as wave after wave of bad energy surged over her. It passed as quickly as it had come on.
She sat for a minuet, trying to collect her scattered thoughts.
"Oh god," She said aloud. "It's here!"

Megavolt was getting horribly frustrated. He stood, throwing bolts of electricity at Darkwing
Duck. Darkwing dodged what ever was thrown at him.
"Come on Sparky!" He taunted. "You can do better than that!"
"DON'T CALL ME SPARKY!!!" Megavolt charged up to throw all he had at Darkwing. He
was nearly ready to let loose a huge wave of electricity when something pushed him from behind.
Launchpad had snuck around and tackled him before he could make a move.
"Thanks LP! Now, where's that demented plant duck?" Darkwing scanned the laboratory.
"Watch who you're calling demented you capped freak!" Bushroot was heading out of a storage
room with a large vile. Darkwing drew his gas gun and aimed.
"Freeze shrub! Or suck weed kill...AHH!" He hadn't finished his sentence when a large vine
wrapped around his leg and lifted him off the ground. Another vine wrapped its self around Launchpad.
The two were raised high above the floor. Bushroot pulled Megavolt up off the floor.
"We've got the stuff! Let's get out of here before they get loose." Megavolt tapped the vile in
Bushroot's hands.
"Is that all the boss wanted?"
"BE CAREFUL!" Bushroot yelped and pulled the vile away from Megavolt. "It's Nitric Acid!
This thing leaks and you can kiss your skin good bye!"
"Geez, sorry." Megavolt muttered. They ran out of the building and into the night. Darkwing
muttered to Launchpad.
"This happens every time, you'd think we'd be ready for it by now!" His hands still free,
Darkwing held his arm as close to the vine as possible. A buzz saw snapped out from his cufflinks and
sliced into the plant. Darkwing hit the ground with a thud. He brushed himself off and sliced threw the
vine that held Launchpad. "Come on!" He said to his companion, who had just hit the floor. "Maybe we
can still catch them!"
They ran back to the Rat Catcher and drove along the road side. But it was too late, there wasn't
a trace of either one of them. After a few hours of searching, Darkwing reluctantly gave up. They headed
back to the tower. Darkwing slumped down on a window ledge, over looking the city.
"I hate it when this happens." he mumbled. Launchpad sat next to him.
"What do you think they were talking about? Who's "the boss" and what's he need Nitric Acid
for?"
"What they needed the acid for is any one's guess." Darkwing replied. "But I have no doubt as to
who the boss is." They looked at each other and answered in unison.
"Negaduck!"

Negaduck turned the vile slowly, checking the content. He set it down on a table in a brightly lit
room of the abandoned warehouse that currently served as a hide out. The table was cluttered with other
chemicals, beakers and test tubes. He turned to his lackeys. For once, he was impressed.
"Very good," He said to Bushroot and Megavolt. "you actually got something done with out
screwing up." He turned back to the table and looked over its content. "Bushroot! Everything's here.
You know what to do with it. Get to work!"
"Yes sir!" Bushroot hurried to the table and began mixing chemicals. Negaduck turned to the
remaining three of the Fearsome Five.
"And the rest of you knobs stay away from here! The last thing I need is one of you morons
bumping into something and taking out the whole building!" They nodded and scattered out of the room.
Negaduck moved to a window over looking the city. He grinned wickedly to himself. "Say your prayers,
citizens! No one's going to stand in my way now!"

Disks, CD's and other soft ware cluttered the table top. The computer screen cast an eerie glow
around the dark apartment room. Dark fingers clacked at the key board, the noise bounced around the
other wise silent room.
The black cat starred hard at the screen. Digital warning signs and error messages were thrown
into her face. She canceled them, working her way from her Internet account, to the police station's main
computer. As a final precaution, she placed a floppy into the drive and booted up a stealth program she
had created earlier. Her presence completely shaded to any and all users, she entered the station's
computer. She immediately started to download files, records, and tracking soft ware.
As the files transferred, she stretched her arms and yawned. It had only been a few days since
she had arrived and she had already passes the citizenship test, gotten a job with a computer programming
company, and gotten a pre-furnished apartment in the center of town. It marveled her how quickly you
could get things like that done in America. It would have taken her months if not a year to do that in her
home land. She looked around the 15th floor studio apartment for a moment. The computer her company
had given her was set up on the table, connected to the lap top she had bought herself. A robe lay on the
bed and beside that was a bag of newly bought cloths. Her eyes fell on the two Kitana swords leaning in
the corner. The light from the computer shone on the smooth black scabbards. Attached to the scabbards
were twin black belt straps. The light reflected and glittered on the dragons that were carved on the hilts.
With a heavy sigh she turned back to her work. Still waiting for the downloads to end, she
reached over to the stiraphom box of sushi that sat next to the computer. She picked up the last bite and
finished it off, wiping her hands on the white undershirt she wore. She had gotten hungry earlier and
tried to pick up something quick at a near by fast food place. The smell alone turned her stomach. She
found a small sushi bar around the corner from her apartment and decided to become a frequent patron.
A sign appeared on the screen, telling her the download was complete. She typed in a few
commands and copied the files to her lap top. As they were traveling, she read through the police reports.
A report on a recent break in of an Army laboratory caught her eye. The only thing taken was a large vile
of Nitric Acid.
"Gods," She thought to herself. "he's actually going to do it..." Entering in a few more
commands she tapped into the police's city scanner. As the commands filtered to her lap top she
programmed an alert function into the sound chip.
"No where to run, no where to hide." She said to herself. "You won't get away from me,
demon!"

Clouds covered the night sky. Sounds of rolling thunder could be heard in the distance. The city
was oddly quiet. Darkwing looked out over St. Canard, a radio in the tower sputtered out bits of
conversations between police cars and the station over cracking static. Nothing was being reported but
speeders.
The quiet was driving Darkwing insane. It was bad enough to know that Negaduck was up to
something, but to not know where he was, or what he was doing was nerve racking. He had no way to
know what to prepare for or how to deal with it. Negaduck loved to surprise, and they were always
something deadly.
Darkwing problems didn't end with Negaduck. Upon returning to Morgana's house the night
Megavolt and Bushroot broke into the lab, he came to some troubling news. Morgana met him the hall,
wearing her robe. She had gone to bed early, weak from distress. She told him that what ever the bad
energy was coming from, was here. And it was getting ready to strike.
Darkwing turned away from the window. He walked to the Thunder Quack where LaunchPad
was busy washing the glass dome. Darkwing began drumming his fingers on the plane.
"If something doesn't happen soon, I'm going to go nuts."
"Cheer up DW, no news is good news." Launchpad sprayed more cleaner on his rag and
continued washing.
"Not when it's Negaduck." Darkwing leaned his back against the Thunder Quack. "No news
means trouble." At the exact moment he finished talking, a loud voice broke over the static on the radio.
"Attention all units, attention all units. Break in at gun and ammunition warehouse on 5th and
High." That was all Darkwing needed to hear. He jumped into the Thunder Quack.
"Come on LP! If some one's breaking into a gun warehouse it's gonna get ugly!" Launchpad
jumped into the pilots seat and soon they were flying over the city to the sight.

The lap top on the table let out a persistent beeping noise. The cat walked to the computer and
checked the location and report. "Better not be another speeder." She thought. The radio report came
from the sound chip in the computer.
"Request back up at 5th and High! Suspect sighted in yellow and black cloth...." The rest of the
report fell on empty space. Snatching up the twin blades in the corner she looped the belts and strapped
them to her back. She grabbed a set of keys and a black helmet with a face guard from the table, and
bolted out the door to the parking lot. A newly bought black motorcycle waited in a space by the door.
She mounted and threw on the helmet. Starting the motor she flew out onto the road. Thunder clapped in
the sky as she sped to the address.

Police lights flashed through the windows of the two story warehouse. The Police had surrounded the
shop, hiding behind their cars with guns ready. Negaduck sneered at their warnings.
"Come out with your hands up! We have you surrounded! There's no way out!"
"Morons." He muttered. "Hey Liqqy! Show them just who has who surrounded!"
"Right away boss!" The Liquidator moved to the door and leaked out through the cracks. He
reformed himself and stood before the police blockade.
"Walking the beat got you tired? Stressed out from writing too many speeding tickets? A nice
cool swim will get you out of the grind, and out of our hair!" With that he sent a huge wave in motion
around the building. Cars and officers were knocked down and washed away. The Liquidator grinned at
his work. "Surfs up!" He mocked as he leaked back into the store.
Negaduck tapped his foot impatiently.
"Would you hurry up with those!" He yelled at the three bumbling criminals who were loading
crates of darts and dart guns into a warehouse truck in the back.
"Don't worry Negs," Quacker Jack said pushing a crate onto the truck bed. "only a few more
left." Liquidator slid up to Negaduck.
"Say boss, what's all this for? Bushy already made the goop in mass quantities. What good will
it do to stuff it into tiny darts?" An evil grin spread over Negaduck's face.
"Allow me to demonstrate, my slow witted associate." He picked up an empty dart from one of
the boxes. He pulled a corked test tube from his jacked and carefully poured some of its content into the
dart. Loading the dart into a gun, he aimed it at the wall. The dart flew smacking into the bricks of the
building. With an unearthly noise the wall exploded and took most of the ceiling with it. Negaduck
turned to Liquidator smiling.
"Any other questions?"
"No sir!"
"Good, now get the rest of this stuff loaded!" Negaduck screamed at the four. Any further work
was interrupted by a cloud of purple smoke.
"I am the terror that flaps in the night! I am short fussed fire cracker, that explodes in your
hand! I am Darkwing Duck!" Negaduck slapped a hand over his face and growled.
"Some one trash him!" Darkwing and Launchpad move to grab Negaduck. Quacker Jack
jumped in front of them, drawing out some yo-yos and laughing hysterically.
"IT'S PLAY TIME!!!" The yo-yo's flew out of his hands and past Darkwing and Launchpad.
Darkwing snickered.
"You throw like a girl, clown! You missed by a mile!" The comment made Quacker Jack laugh
even harder.
"I don't think so!" The yo-yo's crossed each other and came back. They acted as bolos,
wrapping the cord around Darkwing and Launchpad.
"This is not my week." Darkwing muttered. Negaduck cackled madly.
"I'd love to stay and chat Jerkwing, but I can see you're all tied up at the moment! Besides I'm
busy as it is. Maybe we'll get to together when I have the time!" A harsh voice broke through the
conversation.
"Your time ends now, demon!!!"
Negaduck looked up to see where the new interruption was coming from.
"What now......whoa!!" The menacing figure above startled even him. A tall black female cat
stepped from the shadows of the walkway above. She wore black leather boots, black jeans and a white
shirt, covered by a blue and white flannel tied at the waist. The sleeves were rolled up to reveal tight
muscles covered by thin scars. Her one eye glowed in rage. Her lips curled and rows of glistening sharp
teeth were bared.
With one swift motion she leapt over the railing and landed less than 3 feet infront of Negaduck.
She reached behind her and drew the two long swords. The blades flashed wickedly as she griped the
hilts and glared at Negaduck.
"Get ready for your bad karma, murderer!" Negaduck gulped and starred at the blades that were
moving closer and closer to his throat.
"Yes well, like I said, I'm really pressed for time and I can't stay around any.....KILL HER!!!"
The blades flew down only to hit air, as Negaduck leapt to the side and ran for the truck. "Give me the
keys!" He snapped grabbing Megavolt by the collar.
"I don't have them!" He whined. "Finding them was Bushroot's job!" Bushroot turned in shock.
"I...I thought it was Quacker Jack's job!" Negaduck glared at Quacker Jack, who could only shrug
his shoulders while shaking in fear.
"Uhhhg!" Negaduck screamed, throwing Megavolt to the ground. "Keep her busy while I find
them!"
The girl turned to see Negaduck run for the stairs to the walkway. She started after him.
Megavolt saw a chance to get back into Negaduck's good graces and charged up.
"Get ready for the shock of your life!" He hurled a bolt of electricity at the girls face. She didn't
even bother to turn her head around, just whirled one of the swords around in a semi -circle. The bolt hit
the blade and rhicochied off, sailing back to Megavolt. It hit him square in the chest, over loading him.
He passed out in a smoking mass.
From their position on the floor, Darkwing and Launchpad had been trying to loosen the yo-yo
cords. The entrance of the young fighter grabbed Drawing's attention. He watched as she bowled over
Megavolt with out batting an eye lash. He starred after her, impressed.
The Liquidator surged up into another wave. He moved in fast, intending to crush her. The girl
simply lifted a hand, pointing it at the wall of water. The Liquidator was thrown back into the brick wall
by an invisible force. Darkwing's eyes widened. He spoke to Launchpad as they struggled to free
themselves.
"Did you see that?" Launchpad had stopped struggling and was starring at the mass of water still
dripping down the wall. He only nodded dumbly.
"Oh good trick!" Quacker Jack grinned, pulling out some wind up teeth. "You'll make a fun
play mate!" The teeth chattered on the ground for a moment, then it lunged at the girl's throat. A blade
swung, knocking the teeth away. They fell on the ground and were still for a moment before to two halves
fell apart. Quacker Jack jumped into the truck bed with the crates. "Hurry up Boss!!!"
Twin vines flew from out of no where. They wrapped themselves around the girl. She struggled,
growling loudly. Bushroot stepped up and laughed.
"You're not so thought after all!" He stopped laughing as the sound of ripping fibers hit his ears.
The girl stretched out her arms and broke the vines. They dropped to the floor as Bushroot watched in
horror. Rushing back to get Megavolt he leapt into the truck bed where Liquidator had re-grouped and
joined Quacker Jack. "When ever you're ready boss!"
Negaduck was tearing through offices on the second floor. He tossed paper work and office
supplies about frantically trying to find the keys. The girl sheathed her swords and grabbed onto a wood
post. She dug her claws in and climbed up to the walk way. She made her way to a lit office with papers
flying out of the door.
Darkwing and Launchpad broke free from the cord. Darkwing drew his gas gun and they rushed
up the stairs after Negaduck and the girl. Inside the office Negaduck grabbed a ring full of truck keys
from the desk drawer. A sigh of relieve escaped his lips and he turned to go. The dark figure met him at
the door. A deep growl emerged from her throat as she drew the swords. Negaduck dropped into a
fighting position, ready to protect himself.
"Where's a high powered death ray when you need one?" He thought.
The girl starred him down for a moment. Then, out of no where, she leapt forward and pinned
him to the floor. The blades were raised above his head, ready to drop.
"And now you return to the dark winds that created you!" She hisses through her teeth.
Darkwing and Launchpad made it to the door just in time. Darkwing saw what was going on.
Negaduck was an evil guy, but Darkwing wanted him in jail, not dead! He aimed his gas gun and fired.
A canister of smog hit the girl squarely on the back of her head. She cried out in shock and stumbled
forward. Negaduck seized the opportunity. Through the thick clouds of smoke he made his way to the
office window. Opening it, he peered out. The cab of the truck stuck out from the loading deck under the
window. Negaduck stood up on the frame and jumped down. He landed neatly on the truck's hood.
Wasting no time he jumped in the cab and jammed the keys into the ignition. The truck and it's cargo
sped off into the night.
The smog was beginning to clear. The occupants of the room still choked and coughed. When
the room became visible again, Darkwing looked around for Negaduck.
"Dang." He muttered, looking at the gas gun. "Smog, great idea, Darkwing..."
The girl was looking around the room frantically. She ran out the office door on to the walk way.
The room below was silent. She ran back to the window and looked out. A loading door was open and
the truck was gone. She stepped back, her face in a look of shock and here eye wide in disbelieve.
"I had him...." she said to herself. "I had him in my hands and then...." The look of shock was
replaced by a look of rage. She turned to face Darkwing who was still holding the gun, trying to air out
his cape. He put it back around his shoulders and faced the girl.
"Now citizen, I appreciate the help, but super villains should be left to the professionals. And a
crime fighter gets more satisfaction from seeing a crook behind bars than lobbing his head off." He spoke
to the young lady as if instructing a child. The girl let out an ear piercing roar and dropped the sword in
her right hand. She held up her fist and swung her arm back wards, smashing the back of her hand into
Darkwing's face. He collapses, holding a hand to his jaw, it felt broken. The girl picked up the sword and
held them both to Darkwing's neck.
"I had him! I had him and you let him get away!" Her one eye starred Darkwing in the face. It
burned into his mind, cutting through him like a knife. He felt something he hadn't felt for a long time,
terror. He actually feared for his life. The blades pressed against him, cutting into his flesh. He winced
in pain.
"I don't know who the hell you are, and I don't really care. But if you ever get in my way again,
I'll tare out your lungs and feed them to starving dogs!!!"
Darkwing swallowed as best he could with the blades against his throat. The cat gave one more
hateful growl before she sheathed her blades. She headed to the window and jumped out. Darkwing held
a hand to the cuts on his neck, blood was beginning to fall from them.
"Darkwing?" Launchpad spoke quietly. "Are you ok?" Darkwing was silent. Blood had begun
to run from his mouth and nostrils. He sat, starring at the window, trembling. Launchpad helped him up.
He walked him to the Thunder Quack. When the dome closed the plane sped off to the nearest hospital.