SHUSH agents silently surrounded the run down building. They were in a bad part of town, and had to be
careful, not only of F.O.W.L. agents, but also of other threats. Threats like gangs, and weapons. From
behind the cars, they had the advantage over anyone coming out of the building. But were excellent
targets for anyone in the alley ways and dilapidated buildings behind them.
Gryzlikoff surveyed the other agents. Every thing was going according to plan. He scanned the
building with a pair of binoculars. His eyes rested on the roof top of the building. He turned to one of the
agents beside him.
"Has the roof been secured yet?"
"Not yet, sir." The agent replied. "More are on the way though." A short growl escaped
Gryzlikoff's throat. He eyed the fire escape leading up to the roof. A tall glass sky light stood out from
the building's top. Gryzlikoff checked the pistol in his vest.
"I'm going up to make sure no one tries to leave. Get back up to the roof as soon as they arrive."
Gryzlikoff made his way up the fire escape and positioned himself facing a door and the skylight. He
waited, poised to attack any of the club goers from leaving.
The two motor cycles quietly coasted to a stop near the ring of cars. Darkwing scanned the
building and the agents positions.
"Looks like there's good cover out here. We'll split up. I'll go with main attack inside.
Launchpad, you stay out here and help make sure no one gets past the block." He scanned the building
once more. "Raven, head up to the roof. Make sure no one gets out that way. And watch out for the sky
light. That glass isn't firm, someone could send you flying threw it." Raven smirked.
"Don't worry, cats always land on their feet." Darkwing rolled his eyes.
"Yeah right. Let's get moving." They made their way to their respective posts. Darkwing stood
with agents poised to lead the attack. He answered the beeping on his communicator.
"Director Hooter. Thanks for contacting me, we're waiting for your order." There was a slight
static in the sound, but the Directors words were clear.
"Go ahead, Darkwing." Darkwing pulled his gas gun and signaled to the agents.
"Let's get dangerous!"
Music was thundering from inside the club. Smoke from various substances made the air thick.
The crowd was a variety of young people, most of them wasted. A crashing noise, followed by a blanket
of purple smoke threatened to snap them out of their haze. Darkwing and the agents immerged from the
fog. The sight was terrifying enough with out the addition of chemical intervention. From some where in
the crowd some one screamed "Bust!" All hell expectedly broke loose. The objective of the agents was to
arrest as many as possible. It was like trying to catch individual drops of water, while standing in a
raging river.
Gryzlikoff watched from the sky light as Darkwing led the attack. He ground his teeth together
in anger. He spoke softly to himself.
"I should be leading them. Not that costumed idiot!"
Words couldn't be made out but Raven could hear someone talking. She had made it to the roof
top and stood behind the exit. She peered out enough to see a tall and massively built bear in a gray suit
looking into the skylight. She would have assumed he was with SHUSH, but the angry look on his face
made her think other wise.
Gryzlikoff watched the attack. He wondered where on earth back up was. For a moment he
thought about sharp shooting from the broken window in the sky light. If he could aim to wound, that
would help out some what. He decided it was too high up and the people were running around frantically.
He may hurt an agent, or worse. Out of no where he chuckled to himself.
"It would be too bad it something were to happen to Darkwing Duck."
He wasn't serious about the threat. But his attacker didn't know that. She only heard the sarcasm
in his voice, and for all Raven knew, he was a F.O.W.L. agent, or any other thug, trying to kill Darkwing.
She flew from her shadowy hiding spot. She uttered a short cry into the night sky. Gryzlikoff, startled out
of his fixation on the attack, turned around in time to see the heal of a boot slam into his face.
He stumbled backwards onto the roof. He tried to regain his balance, but couldn't do so before
Raven landed another kick to his stomach. He landed hard on his back, his head barely missing the
concrete. Raven growled before lunging at her enemy. Gryzlikoff acted in time. He grabbed Raven's
wrists, stopping her clawed hands inches away from his throat. He kicked her hard in the stomach. At
the same time he pushed up with his leg, sending her flying in the opposite direction. Raven slid a good
distance before stopping and leaping to her feet. Gryzlikoff stood and faced his attacker. For the first
time, the two got a good look at each other.
Gryzlikoff stared at the girl in front of him. Her blue jeans and leather jacket were torn from the
slide. Her hair had also been torn and she was covered in dust. She glared back at him with intense
anger. Her blue eyes flashed in the light of a half moon. Gryzlikoff adjusted his jaw back into place
before reaching into his vest. He was reaching for his ID.
"You're under ares...." He wasn't able to finish before Raven leapt at him again. A well aimed
punch caught him in the chest. He swung an arm and caught Raven in the ribs, knocking the wind out of
her. His enemy momentarily stunned, Gryzlikoff punched her again in the mouth. He grabbed her arm
and pinned it behind her back. Raven regained her senses long enough to bring her boot heel into
Gryzlikoff's shin. She swiftly brought her other elbow up and nailed him in the chin. The attack
surprised him and he made the foolish mistake of letting her go.
Raven was on him in a flash. She managed to land at least 4 good punches directly to his head
before he regained control. He grabbed onto her fists and squeezed as hard as he could, trying to crush
her hands. In one quick motion, Raven pulled her fists down, and as Gryzlikoff's hands went with them,
so did his upper body. Raven kneed him hard in the ribs. He tried to back his body away, his hands still
gripping Raven's tightly. She took the opportunity to lift her foot high enough to kick Gryzlikoff in the
chest one more time, causing him to let go of her fists, and stumble backwards again.
This time he regained his balance fast enough to dodge her next attack. As she flew past him, he
gave her a hard, fast punch to the back. Raven went sprawling forward, but before she lost balance, she
shot her hands out pushed on the roof top. As her body flipped, her legs shot out and hit Gryzlikoff a
blow to the shoulders. Raven landed on her feet and turned to face her opponent. They were both
struggling to regain their breath. Neither one was winning, and neither one was losing. Hateful looks
were exchanged as the battle raged on. The two opponents forgetting about the task at hand, the attack on
the building below.
The raid was a mess. In the confusion, club goers were dashing out any way they could. People
were crushed under foot as a panic induced crowd ran for the doors. There they met with a blockade of
agents. The sight scared the mob back into the building to search for another exit. Darkwing had
managed to cuff a few of the clubers, but they had been lost in the wave of panic and fear.
Finally, in one large rush of desperation, the crowd ran out any way they could. They grouped
together and barged past the agents out side. Leaping over their cars and knocking them down.
Launchpad was able to catch two of the escapees in a head lock with both arms. Out of the blue he was
knocked down by others. Agents abandoned their posts to pursue the fleeing clubers. Darkwing bounded
out of the building to his friends side. He helped Launchpad to his feet and looked after the chase.
"Come on LP! We can still stop a few before they dissapere!" Before they had a chance to
follow, another group of cars pulled up. Back up had finally arrived. Director Hooter stepped out from
one of the cars.
"No need now, Darkwing." He said. "We can take care of it. Right now I need your help
finding information on all of F.O.W.L.'s agents."
"No problem, J Gander." Darkwing obliged. "We'll dig up what we can."
"Thank you Darkwing. I'll have Agent Gryzlikoff send orders to the filing department to help
you." Hooter looked about the scene for a moment, a puzzled look crossed his face. "Where is Agent
Gryzlikoff? He usually reports back imediently." Darkwing and Launchpad shrugged. Frankly,
Darkwing couldn't care less. Hooter returned to his car and turned on the radio. "Does any one know the
location of Agent Gryzlikoff?" He asked into the small mic. A staticy voice answered him.
"He's positioned on the roof."
"I should go find him." J Gander headed into the building. Darkwing looked around.
"Raven must still be up there too. Come on, LP. We need her to run computer checks." The two
followed Director Hooter up to the roof top.
Blood dripped down from Raven's mouth. She spit on the ground, trying not to swallow. Her
head was only back up for a split second before Gryzlikoff's massive hand came crashing into it. Raven
shook off the blow and returned it in full. Gryzlikoff had gripped Raven's arm with one hand in the
attempts of cuffing her. She had knocked the hand cuffs through the sky light and sunk her claws into
Gryzlikoff's arm. The two were exchanging punches, desperately trying to knock the other out.
Raven realized that she was feeling dizzy. She had to do something, and fast. She swiftly
retracted her claws and brought her fist down on the back of his wrist instead of his face. Gryzlikoff let go
and Raven jumped back. The two starred at each other for a moment. Both on the verge of collapsing. A
small spatter of blood flew from Raven's mouth and onto the ground as she coughed violently. Her eyes
met his one more time and she raised her arms. Raven drew the twin sword blades from their scabbards
on her back. She held them in front of her, ready to attack for the last time. Gryzlikoff narrowed his eyes
and reached into his vest. He slowly drew the pistol from its holster.
"So, this is how you wish to go out?" He asked her, his voice full of spite. "What a shame to
waist such a good fighter."
The three of them had already reached the roof. Darkwing stood with Launchpad and Hooter,
starring in disbelieve at the massacre that was going on. Raven and Gryzlikoff weren't even aware of their
presence.
"Raven!" Darkwing called out to no avail.
"You know the young lady?" Hooter asked.
"Yes! She's on our side. Why the hell is Gryz trying to kill her?"
"Why is your friend trying to kill Agent Gryzlikoff?" Hooter asked, confused. The three jumped
at the ear piercing cry Raven managed before she tore after Gryzlikoff. Gryzlikoff didn't even move from
his spot. He simply aimed the pistol at his attacker.
"Raven! Gryzlikoff! Stop!!!" Darkwing darted out of the shadows and landed between the two
just in time. Raven's blades were mere inches away from Gryzlikoff's throat and chest. The end of his
pistol was resting on Raven's forehead. The trigger had been pulled half way. Their eyes were still fixed
on each other as the fog cleared from their heads and the voices of their friends filtered in. Darkwing laid
a hand on Raven's battered shoulder.
"Rav, it's ok, he's with SHUSH." J gander did his best to get through to Gryzlikoff.
"It's alright Agent Gryzlikoff. She works with Darkwing." The swords and the gun hit the
ground at the same time. Launchpad made it to Raven's side in time to catch her as she stumbled and fell.
She leaned against him for support. Gryzlikoff rubbed his head, trying to clear the unbelievable pain.
Darkwing turned to Raven and watched as she coughed up more blood.
"I'll call an ambulance." He offered.
"I'll be fine." Both Raven and Gryzlikoff insisted at the same time. Darkwing rolled his eyes.
"What ever Gryz." He muttered. He turned to Raven and looked her over. "You need medical attention
Rav. We need to get you to a hospital."
"I said I'll be fine." She snapped. Darkwing sighed in frustration.
"What are you pounding on Gryz for any way?" He asked. "Sure he's a jerk, but he is one of
SHUSH's top agents." Gryzlikoff looked up and glared at Darkwing.
"He works for SHUSH?" Raven asked in disbelieve. "He threatened to kill you!"
"I did no such thing!" Gryzlikoff growled. "I simply made observation that the raid would have
gone better if a more qualified Agent had handled it. Instead of masked clown."
"I know what I heard." Raven hissed.
"Well you are obviously mistaken." Gryzlikoff sneered.
"Are you calling me a liar?" Raven's teeth were bared.
"You obviously have no grasp over reality." Gryzlikoff snapped.
"I'll show you what I have grasp over!" Raven screeched. She moved forward, ready to attack
again. Gryzlikoff balled his hands into fists and waited. Darkwing and Launchpad grabbed hold of
Raven before she could get far. A sudden flash of dizziness struck her and she collapsed back into their
arms.
"I think you've had enough for one night, Raven." Darkwing said. "We're getting those wounds
looked at by someone." At this point she was too weak to protest. Raven allowed Launchpad to support
her as Darkwing retrieved her swords.
"I'll get the files and information to you as soon as possible Darkwing." J Gander assured him.
"Thanks J Gander." Darkwing jerked his head toward the door and they were off. Raven
managed to flash one last hateful glare at Gryzlikoff before the door closed behind them. Gryzlikoff
growled, but then returned his attention back to his job.
"Awaiting orders Director Hooter." Hooter shook his head.
"None right now Agent Gryzlikoff. Just go home and rest. It looks like you took quite a
thrashing." Gryzlikoff was too embarrassed to admit that a woman, and a vigilante at that, could have
inflicted such damage on him. He straightened up as best he could and stood at attention.
"I am not seriously hurt, sir." He insisted. "If you wish me to run any tasks for you, I am able to
do so." He followed J Gander as he walked back down through to building to the street. The agents were
bringing back the few clubers that they were able to catch. The two watched as the squad cars drove off,
back to various stations around the city.
"Just go home and get some sleep, Gryzlikoff." Hooter instructed. "Report to my office in the
morning."
"Yes sir." Gryzlikoff answered, half heartedly. He held J Gander's car door open for him. He
stood and waited as Hooter drove off. Gryzlikoff looked around to make sure the area was clear.
Convinced that it was, he made his way to his own car. Once in side, he shut the door, and in the fresh
wave of silence that swept over the area, roared out in pain. Finally bowing to the wounds on his body.
"Hold still!" Morgana was losing patents with her friend. She was trying to see to the cuts and
bruises on Raven's jaw. Raven winced in pain and twitched her face away. "I can't help you if you keep
moving." Morgana snapped.
"Sorry." Raven muttered. She held still the best she could as Morgana worked. Darkwing and
Launchpad stood by, watching. Darkwing had finally agreed to bring Raven directly back to Morgana's
instead of a hospital. Raven hated doctors. Morgana was the only experienced healer that Raven trusted.
Raven tried not to shutter as Morgana pressed gently on Raven's mouth and face, looking for any broken
bones. "I don't believe how much this hurts." She managed. Darkwing forced a laugh and shook his
head.
"I don't believe you survived a bout with Gryzlikoff. That guy could probably bench press the
Sears Tower!" Raven growled.
"Stupid son-of-a...AHHHHH!" She clutched her rips and winced in pain.
"Calm down." Morgana advised. "You're way too tense. Relax and you won't be in so much
pain."
"Right..." Raven closed her eyes and laid back on the work bench where Morgana had placed
her. Morgana looked around her work shop and started mixing various herbs and oils.
"This could take all night." She said to Darkwing. "Go ahead and take off. She should be ok by
tomorrow night." Darkwing and Launchpad said good night and left. When they were gone, Morgana
continued to mix medicines as she talked to Raven. "Take your shirt off, we'll take a look at those ribs."
Raven removed her shirt and laid back down. Morgana looked over at her friend and shuttered.
"Dear gods that's one Hel of a bunch of bruises..." Morgana commented. From the front, Raven
looked as if someone had tried to bludgeon her to death. "Does it hurt to breath?" Morgana asked.
"A little." Raven winced again. Morgana pressed gently on a few of Raven's ribs. As she came
to one, Raven let out a sharp cry of pain.
"Cracked." Morgana sighed. "I'm going to cast a circle. I need all the help I can get."
Gryzlikoff dragged himself into his bed room and turned on the lights. He gently removed his
gray jacket, his vest and holster and tossed them onto a near by chair. Normally, he would have hung
them neatly to be dry cleaned, but he was far to weak to be particular. He removed his tie and long
sleeved shirt. They were tossed onto the chair with the jacket. Gryzlikoff looked into the mirror above his
dresser. There were welts and scratches all over his arms and chest. His face was badly bruised and his
jaw felt cracked. Every muscle in his body was sore. He felt like he wanted to crawl into a ditch and die.
Gryzlikoff sighed and turned the lights off. In the dark, he made his way to his bed and fell onto
it in a heap. He managed to kick his shoes off and get under the covers. He lay there, waiting for sleep.
He was tired and hurt, but most of all he was mad. He was mad at Darkwing Duck for screwing up the
raid. He was mad at himself for dropping his guard and letting the raid go down the hole. And most of
all, he was mad at that banshee that tore him up. At the time, he had assumed she was one of the clubers.
He should have guessed that she would be working with Darkwing. Now he had two reckless idiots on the
case to worry about. Somewhere between his anger, and his pain, Gryzlikoff managed to fall asleep. The
cuts and bruises woke him up several times, making it a long, restless night.
careful, not only of F.O.W.L. agents, but also of other threats. Threats like gangs, and weapons. From
behind the cars, they had the advantage over anyone coming out of the building. But were excellent
targets for anyone in the alley ways and dilapidated buildings behind them.
Gryzlikoff surveyed the other agents. Every thing was going according to plan. He scanned the
building with a pair of binoculars. His eyes rested on the roof top of the building. He turned to one of the
agents beside him.
"Has the roof been secured yet?"
"Not yet, sir." The agent replied. "More are on the way though." A short growl escaped
Gryzlikoff's throat. He eyed the fire escape leading up to the roof. A tall glass sky light stood out from
the building's top. Gryzlikoff checked the pistol in his vest.
"I'm going up to make sure no one tries to leave. Get back up to the roof as soon as they arrive."
Gryzlikoff made his way up the fire escape and positioned himself facing a door and the skylight. He
waited, poised to attack any of the club goers from leaving.
The two motor cycles quietly coasted to a stop near the ring of cars. Darkwing scanned the
building and the agents positions.
"Looks like there's good cover out here. We'll split up. I'll go with main attack inside.
Launchpad, you stay out here and help make sure no one gets past the block." He scanned the building
once more. "Raven, head up to the roof. Make sure no one gets out that way. And watch out for the sky
light. That glass isn't firm, someone could send you flying threw it." Raven smirked.
"Don't worry, cats always land on their feet." Darkwing rolled his eyes.
"Yeah right. Let's get moving." They made their way to their respective posts. Darkwing stood
with agents poised to lead the attack. He answered the beeping on his communicator.
"Director Hooter. Thanks for contacting me, we're waiting for your order." There was a slight
static in the sound, but the Directors words were clear.
"Go ahead, Darkwing." Darkwing pulled his gas gun and signaled to the agents.
"Let's get dangerous!"
Music was thundering from inside the club. Smoke from various substances made the air thick.
The crowd was a variety of young people, most of them wasted. A crashing noise, followed by a blanket
of purple smoke threatened to snap them out of their haze. Darkwing and the agents immerged from the
fog. The sight was terrifying enough with out the addition of chemical intervention. From some where in
the crowd some one screamed "Bust!" All hell expectedly broke loose. The objective of the agents was to
arrest as many as possible. It was like trying to catch individual drops of water, while standing in a
raging river.
Gryzlikoff watched from the sky light as Darkwing led the attack. He ground his teeth together
in anger. He spoke softly to himself.
"I should be leading them. Not that costumed idiot!"
Words couldn't be made out but Raven could hear someone talking. She had made it to the roof
top and stood behind the exit. She peered out enough to see a tall and massively built bear in a gray suit
looking into the skylight. She would have assumed he was with SHUSH, but the angry look on his face
made her think other wise.
Gryzlikoff watched the attack. He wondered where on earth back up was. For a moment he
thought about sharp shooting from the broken window in the sky light. If he could aim to wound, that
would help out some what. He decided it was too high up and the people were running around frantically.
He may hurt an agent, or worse. Out of no where he chuckled to himself.
"It would be too bad it something were to happen to Darkwing Duck."
He wasn't serious about the threat. But his attacker didn't know that. She only heard the sarcasm
in his voice, and for all Raven knew, he was a F.O.W.L. agent, or any other thug, trying to kill Darkwing.
She flew from her shadowy hiding spot. She uttered a short cry into the night sky. Gryzlikoff, startled out
of his fixation on the attack, turned around in time to see the heal of a boot slam into his face.
He stumbled backwards onto the roof. He tried to regain his balance, but couldn't do so before
Raven landed another kick to his stomach. He landed hard on his back, his head barely missing the
concrete. Raven growled before lunging at her enemy. Gryzlikoff acted in time. He grabbed Raven's
wrists, stopping her clawed hands inches away from his throat. He kicked her hard in the stomach. At
the same time he pushed up with his leg, sending her flying in the opposite direction. Raven slid a good
distance before stopping and leaping to her feet. Gryzlikoff stood and faced his attacker. For the first
time, the two got a good look at each other.
Gryzlikoff stared at the girl in front of him. Her blue jeans and leather jacket were torn from the
slide. Her hair had also been torn and she was covered in dust. She glared back at him with intense
anger. Her blue eyes flashed in the light of a half moon. Gryzlikoff adjusted his jaw back into place
before reaching into his vest. He was reaching for his ID.
"You're under ares...." He wasn't able to finish before Raven leapt at him again. A well aimed
punch caught him in the chest. He swung an arm and caught Raven in the ribs, knocking the wind out of
her. His enemy momentarily stunned, Gryzlikoff punched her again in the mouth. He grabbed her arm
and pinned it behind her back. Raven regained her senses long enough to bring her boot heel into
Gryzlikoff's shin. She swiftly brought her other elbow up and nailed him in the chin. The attack
surprised him and he made the foolish mistake of letting her go.
Raven was on him in a flash. She managed to land at least 4 good punches directly to his head
before he regained control. He grabbed onto her fists and squeezed as hard as he could, trying to crush
her hands. In one quick motion, Raven pulled her fists down, and as Gryzlikoff's hands went with them,
so did his upper body. Raven kneed him hard in the ribs. He tried to back his body away, his hands still
gripping Raven's tightly. She took the opportunity to lift her foot high enough to kick Gryzlikoff in the
chest one more time, causing him to let go of her fists, and stumble backwards again.
This time he regained his balance fast enough to dodge her next attack. As she flew past him, he
gave her a hard, fast punch to the back. Raven went sprawling forward, but before she lost balance, she
shot her hands out pushed on the roof top. As her body flipped, her legs shot out and hit Gryzlikoff a
blow to the shoulders. Raven landed on her feet and turned to face her opponent. They were both
struggling to regain their breath. Neither one was winning, and neither one was losing. Hateful looks
were exchanged as the battle raged on. The two opponents forgetting about the task at hand, the attack on
the building below.
The raid was a mess. In the confusion, club goers were dashing out any way they could. People
were crushed under foot as a panic induced crowd ran for the doors. There they met with a blockade of
agents. The sight scared the mob back into the building to search for another exit. Darkwing had
managed to cuff a few of the clubers, but they had been lost in the wave of panic and fear.
Finally, in one large rush of desperation, the crowd ran out any way they could. They grouped
together and barged past the agents out side. Leaping over their cars and knocking them down.
Launchpad was able to catch two of the escapees in a head lock with both arms. Out of the blue he was
knocked down by others. Agents abandoned their posts to pursue the fleeing clubers. Darkwing bounded
out of the building to his friends side. He helped Launchpad to his feet and looked after the chase.
"Come on LP! We can still stop a few before they dissapere!" Before they had a chance to
follow, another group of cars pulled up. Back up had finally arrived. Director Hooter stepped out from
one of the cars.
"No need now, Darkwing." He said. "We can take care of it. Right now I need your help
finding information on all of F.O.W.L.'s agents."
"No problem, J Gander." Darkwing obliged. "We'll dig up what we can."
"Thank you Darkwing. I'll have Agent Gryzlikoff send orders to the filing department to help
you." Hooter looked about the scene for a moment, a puzzled look crossed his face. "Where is Agent
Gryzlikoff? He usually reports back imediently." Darkwing and Launchpad shrugged. Frankly,
Darkwing couldn't care less. Hooter returned to his car and turned on the radio. "Does any one know the
location of Agent Gryzlikoff?" He asked into the small mic. A staticy voice answered him.
"He's positioned on the roof."
"I should go find him." J Gander headed into the building. Darkwing looked around.
"Raven must still be up there too. Come on, LP. We need her to run computer checks." The two
followed Director Hooter up to the roof top.
Blood dripped down from Raven's mouth. She spit on the ground, trying not to swallow. Her
head was only back up for a split second before Gryzlikoff's massive hand came crashing into it. Raven
shook off the blow and returned it in full. Gryzlikoff had gripped Raven's arm with one hand in the
attempts of cuffing her. She had knocked the hand cuffs through the sky light and sunk her claws into
Gryzlikoff's arm. The two were exchanging punches, desperately trying to knock the other out.
Raven realized that she was feeling dizzy. She had to do something, and fast. She swiftly
retracted her claws and brought her fist down on the back of his wrist instead of his face. Gryzlikoff let go
and Raven jumped back. The two starred at each other for a moment. Both on the verge of collapsing. A
small spatter of blood flew from Raven's mouth and onto the ground as she coughed violently. Her eyes
met his one more time and she raised her arms. Raven drew the twin sword blades from their scabbards
on her back. She held them in front of her, ready to attack for the last time. Gryzlikoff narrowed his eyes
and reached into his vest. He slowly drew the pistol from its holster.
"So, this is how you wish to go out?" He asked her, his voice full of spite. "What a shame to
waist such a good fighter."
The three of them had already reached the roof. Darkwing stood with Launchpad and Hooter,
starring in disbelieve at the massacre that was going on. Raven and Gryzlikoff weren't even aware of their
presence.
"Raven!" Darkwing called out to no avail.
"You know the young lady?" Hooter asked.
"Yes! She's on our side. Why the hell is Gryz trying to kill her?"
"Why is your friend trying to kill Agent Gryzlikoff?" Hooter asked, confused. The three jumped
at the ear piercing cry Raven managed before she tore after Gryzlikoff. Gryzlikoff didn't even move from
his spot. He simply aimed the pistol at his attacker.
"Raven! Gryzlikoff! Stop!!!" Darkwing darted out of the shadows and landed between the two
just in time. Raven's blades were mere inches away from Gryzlikoff's throat and chest. The end of his
pistol was resting on Raven's forehead. The trigger had been pulled half way. Their eyes were still fixed
on each other as the fog cleared from their heads and the voices of their friends filtered in. Darkwing laid
a hand on Raven's battered shoulder.
"Rav, it's ok, he's with SHUSH." J gander did his best to get through to Gryzlikoff.
"It's alright Agent Gryzlikoff. She works with Darkwing." The swords and the gun hit the
ground at the same time. Launchpad made it to Raven's side in time to catch her as she stumbled and fell.
She leaned against him for support. Gryzlikoff rubbed his head, trying to clear the unbelievable pain.
Darkwing turned to Raven and watched as she coughed up more blood.
"I'll call an ambulance." He offered.
"I'll be fine." Both Raven and Gryzlikoff insisted at the same time. Darkwing rolled his eyes.
"What ever Gryz." He muttered. He turned to Raven and looked her over. "You need medical attention
Rav. We need to get you to a hospital."
"I said I'll be fine." She snapped. Darkwing sighed in frustration.
"What are you pounding on Gryz for any way?" He asked. "Sure he's a jerk, but he is one of
SHUSH's top agents." Gryzlikoff looked up and glared at Darkwing.
"He works for SHUSH?" Raven asked in disbelieve. "He threatened to kill you!"
"I did no such thing!" Gryzlikoff growled. "I simply made observation that the raid would have
gone better if a more qualified Agent had handled it. Instead of masked clown."
"I know what I heard." Raven hissed.
"Well you are obviously mistaken." Gryzlikoff sneered.
"Are you calling me a liar?" Raven's teeth were bared.
"You obviously have no grasp over reality." Gryzlikoff snapped.
"I'll show you what I have grasp over!" Raven screeched. She moved forward, ready to attack
again. Gryzlikoff balled his hands into fists and waited. Darkwing and Launchpad grabbed hold of
Raven before she could get far. A sudden flash of dizziness struck her and she collapsed back into their
arms.
"I think you've had enough for one night, Raven." Darkwing said. "We're getting those wounds
looked at by someone." At this point she was too weak to protest. Raven allowed Launchpad to support
her as Darkwing retrieved her swords.
"I'll get the files and information to you as soon as possible Darkwing." J Gander assured him.
"Thanks J Gander." Darkwing jerked his head toward the door and they were off. Raven
managed to flash one last hateful glare at Gryzlikoff before the door closed behind them. Gryzlikoff
growled, but then returned his attention back to his job.
"Awaiting orders Director Hooter." Hooter shook his head.
"None right now Agent Gryzlikoff. Just go home and rest. It looks like you took quite a
thrashing." Gryzlikoff was too embarrassed to admit that a woman, and a vigilante at that, could have
inflicted such damage on him. He straightened up as best he could and stood at attention.
"I am not seriously hurt, sir." He insisted. "If you wish me to run any tasks for you, I am able to
do so." He followed J Gander as he walked back down through to building to the street. The agents were
bringing back the few clubers that they were able to catch. The two watched as the squad cars drove off,
back to various stations around the city.
"Just go home and get some sleep, Gryzlikoff." Hooter instructed. "Report to my office in the
morning."
"Yes sir." Gryzlikoff answered, half heartedly. He held J Gander's car door open for him. He
stood and waited as Hooter drove off. Gryzlikoff looked around to make sure the area was clear.
Convinced that it was, he made his way to his own car. Once in side, he shut the door, and in the fresh
wave of silence that swept over the area, roared out in pain. Finally bowing to the wounds on his body.
"Hold still!" Morgana was losing patents with her friend. She was trying to see to the cuts and
bruises on Raven's jaw. Raven winced in pain and twitched her face away. "I can't help you if you keep
moving." Morgana snapped.
"Sorry." Raven muttered. She held still the best she could as Morgana worked. Darkwing and
Launchpad stood by, watching. Darkwing had finally agreed to bring Raven directly back to Morgana's
instead of a hospital. Raven hated doctors. Morgana was the only experienced healer that Raven trusted.
Raven tried not to shutter as Morgana pressed gently on Raven's mouth and face, looking for any broken
bones. "I don't believe how much this hurts." She managed. Darkwing forced a laugh and shook his
head.
"I don't believe you survived a bout with Gryzlikoff. That guy could probably bench press the
Sears Tower!" Raven growled.
"Stupid son-of-a...AHHHHH!" She clutched her rips and winced in pain.
"Calm down." Morgana advised. "You're way too tense. Relax and you won't be in so much
pain."
"Right..." Raven closed her eyes and laid back on the work bench where Morgana had placed
her. Morgana looked around her work shop and started mixing various herbs and oils.
"This could take all night." She said to Darkwing. "Go ahead and take off. She should be ok by
tomorrow night." Darkwing and Launchpad said good night and left. When they were gone, Morgana
continued to mix medicines as she talked to Raven. "Take your shirt off, we'll take a look at those ribs."
Raven removed her shirt and laid back down. Morgana looked over at her friend and shuttered.
"Dear gods that's one Hel of a bunch of bruises..." Morgana commented. From the front, Raven
looked as if someone had tried to bludgeon her to death. "Does it hurt to breath?" Morgana asked.
"A little." Raven winced again. Morgana pressed gently on a few of Raven's ribs. As she came
to one, Raven let out a sharp cry of pain.
"Cracked." Morgana sighed. "I'm going to cast a circle. I need all the help I can get."
Gryzlikoff dragged himself into his bed room and turned on the lights. He gently removed his
gray jacket, his vest and holster and tossed them onto a near by chair. Normally, he would have hung
them neatly to be dry cleaned, but he was far to weak to be particular. He removed his tie and long
sleeved shirt. They were tossed onto the chair with the jacket. Gryzlikoff looked into the mirror above his
dresser. There were welts and scratches all over his arms and chest. His face was badly bruised and his
jaw felt cracked. Every muscle in his body was sore. He felt like he wanted to crawl into a ditch and die.
Gryzlikoff sighed and turned the lights off. In the dark, he made his way to his bed and fell onto
it in a heap. He managed to kick his shoes off and get under the covers. He lay there, waiting for sleep.
He was tired and hurt, but most of all he was mad. He was mad at Darkwing Duck for screwing up the
raid. He was mad at himself for dropping his guard and letting the raid go down the hole. And most of
all, he was mad at that banshee that tore him up. At the time, he had assumed she was one of the clubers.
He should have guessed that she would be working with Darkwing. Now he had two reckless idiots on the
case to worry about. Somewhere between his anger, and his pain, Gryzlikoff managed to fall asleep. The
cuts and bruises woke him up several times, making it a long, restless night.
