As promised, Raven was back to normal the next night. She scanned through the computer files SHUSH
had sent over. She logged on to the internet from the computer in the tower. She hacked through other
classified files from the Military, Pentagon, police stations, FBI files and anything else she could get to.
"F.O.W.L.'s made quite a name for themselves, haven't they?" She commented to Darkwing as
she scanned over Agent files.
"No kidding." He agreed. "It's no wonder all their files are hidden. If the public found out about
some of the things they've tried to pull off, there'd be mass hysteria from here to both poles. Find any
thing yet?" Raven shook her head.
"Not yet. Drug trafficking is below most of their regular agents." She switched through different
profiles, studying the characteristics of each one. "Amonia Pine has an overly active obsessive compulsive
disorder. Not the kind of person who'd do well being around dirty needles, powder, and the rat nests
where these junkies are hanging out. Her sister, maybe, but she's most likely too slow witted to pull of
effective drug deals in a large city. Steel Beak has the brains, wits, and resources, but not the humility.
He's too concerned about his self image to mingle with these people. He only seems to take missions of
extreme difficulty and importance. All their other top agents don't seem to qualify either. I'll start
looking over the lesser agents, but this seems too organized and mapped out to be run by rookies."
"Right." Darkwing nodded. He turned his back to head down the platform. He hadn't made it to
the latter when Raven called over her shoulder.
"Darkwing! Come look at this!" Darkwing rushed back to the computer and looked at the new
file Raven had pulled up. A picture of a male duck accompanied the short profile. He couldn't have been
older that 26. He looked like a car salesman from the under world. Raven read off the statistics.
"His real name is subject to speculation. He goes by the code name "Diablo". He's a former drug
dealer from New York. He was sentenced to 25 years in jail with no probation. He broke out after 4
years. He hasn't been positively linked to any of F.O.W.L.'s crimes. But he has been linked as an
associate to several F.O.W.L. agents and henchmen. He's most likely a lesser agent or a recruiter."
Darkwing looked over the profile thoughtfully.
"The folks there trying to recruit know better than to trust just anyone. He'd have to look and act
pretty disarming and convincing." Raven looked at the picture and physical stats.
"Neat and clean. 5 foot 10, medium build." She studied the picture, which was more of a posed
shot than a station picture. "Friendly smile and dark blue eyes. Looks like your friendly neighborhood
snake oil salesman."
"Sounds like he'd know the territory pretty well, too." Darkwing commented.
"Think he's our guy?" Raven asked.
"Close as we've gotten so far." Darkwing answered. "Print up his file and grab your helmet.
We'll run it over to SHUSH and see if any of the people they brought in for questioning know him."

The SHUSH HQ was a geometrical work of art. From the out side it looked no bigger than a
school building. But the inside easily put the White House to shame. Raven and Launchpad followed
Darkwing as they dodged suits scurrying about the building. Phones rang off the hook, printers buzzed,
and copy machines spit out memo after memo.
"Makes me glad I work at home." Raven muttered, narrowly avoiding collision with a secretary
loaded down with papers. They waited patiently out side of J Gander's office until they were buzzed in.
Raven's day went from mediocre to horrid as she stepped into the huge office and ran into Gryzlikoff.
Ears back and eyes narrowed she growled at him. He stood silently by the door, a spiteful look in his eyes.
He still looked bad from the fight. His face was bruised and scratched. He shut the door as the three
entered. J Gander stood to greet them.
"There's no need to worry, ma'dam." J Gander said, in a pleasant voice. He continued. "I thank
you for your help in this case. I don't believe Darkwing has ever introduced us." Raven turned her harsh
glare away from Gryzlikoff and bowed in respect to J Gander.
"J this is Raven, Raven this is Director Hooter." The two shook hands. Raven was pleased that
some one around here was nice. Darkwing smirked at Gryzlikoff as he continued his introductions. "And
ah, heh heh, you've already met Agent Gryzlikoff." Gryzlikoff's voice was full of menace.
"You're looking well this evening." He said bitterly. Raven grinned wickedly.
"Yeah, well, maybe you didn't put up as good of a fight as you thought you did." Gryzlikoff
sneered. J Gander intervened before things got worse.
"Raven I assure you that Agent Gryzlikoff is a devoted and trustworthy member of SHUSH. He
was totally unaware that you were working with Darkwing. We both extend our sincerest apologies for all
of this. Isn't that right Agent Gryzlikoff?" Gryzlikoff twitched slightly, his voice was the quietest
Darkwing had ever heard it.
"Yes. I apologize for any damage." Darkwing placed a hand on Raven's shoulder and whispered
into her hear.
"I think you're the first person in U.S. history to get an apology out of Gryz. Way to go!" Raven
ignored her partner and walked toward Gryzlikoff.
"Yes, well, maybe I over reacted a bit." She admitted. A smile crossed her face that was
innocent and cruel at the same time. "Sorry about beating the hell out of you last night." She extended
her hand. "We just got off on the wrong foot. Start over?" Gryzlikoff exhaled loudly, but managed a
forced smile.
"Why not?" He managed through clenched teeth. "Even though the foot we started off on kicked
me in the head a few times, it would be silly to hold a grudge." He shook her hand. Satisfied that the two
were on good terms, J Gander turned his attention to Darkwing.
"Now, Darkwing, you said you had some information?" Darkwing handed him the file.
"It's a hard case, not one of F.O.W.L.'s usual. This was the only lead we could come up with.
Out of any one ever even remotely associated with F.O.W.L., he's the one most likely pushing the deals."
Hooter looked over the profile.
"A new face indeed. Perhaps someone can identify him. Although we haven't been having much
luck in questioning so far. We haven't gotten anyone to talk." Darkwing struck a dramatic pose.
"Well perhaps the terror that flaps in the night can scare some information out of the sheep!"
Raven snickered.
"I think the people we're dealing with are a little too used to seeing purple haze to be intimidated
by you, DW." A short laugh escaped Gryzlikoff. He quickly disguised it as a cough and cleared his
throat.
"They are still being held if you wish to continue with questioning, Director Hooter."
"Of course." J Gander turned to Darkwing. "Care to come along Darkwing? Perhaps you could
be of some help in obtaining information about this person." Darkwing stopped glaring at Raven long
enough to agree. Gryzlikoff opened the door for them and the four of them followed J Gander through the
building to the interrogation offices.
Gryzlikoff walked a short distance behind Raven. He became perplexed as he looked her over.
Last night she had been hacking up blood. She returned now, only a day later, without a scratch on her.
Gryzlikoff couldn't help but think that she did look a lot better. When she wasn't battered and bruised,
torn and covered with dust, she actually looked pleasant. As they reached the interrogation offices,
Gryzlikoff dismissed the lingering thoughts in his head and focused on the task at hand.
They came to a room with a large, dark window. It was a two way mirror that looked in on
another small empty room. A young man dressed in tattered and faded cloths was brought into the next
room. He sat in the solitary chair in the center of the room. He looked, tired and disheveled.
"We've been working with him all day." Hooter explained. "We're sure he knows something.
But we can't get him to tell us anything." Hooter took the photo from the file. He handed it to Gryzlikoff.
"Try your luck again Gryzlikoff." He instructed. "See if you can get him to tell you anything about this
"Diablo" fellow." Gryzlikoff took the photo and entered the next room. There was a recording system that
linked the two rooms, but they didn't need it to tell that the interrogation wasn't going anywhere.
"Have you met this man?" Gryzlikoff held the picture in front of the young man. He looked at it
and then turned his head. He brought it back up with a defiant sneer on his face.
"Maybe I have, maybe I haven't. I can't remember all the people I've ever met."
"Do you remember meeting this man?" Gryzlikoff asked.
"My mind is kind of fuzzy. If I did meet him, I probably wouldn't remember anything about
him."
"Can you recall anything at all about this man?" Gryzlikoff was loosing his patience.
"Like I said, man. I can't remember all the people I've ever met." Gryzlikoff growled and
returned to the observation room.
"He won't say a thing about him, sir." Raven sized up the young man in the next room.
"You know, there's a much easier way to do this." She said. She looked over to J Gander.
"Mind if I try?"
"Please, go right ahead." Hooter answered. Gryzlikoff objected.
"Sir, she is not properly certified to perform interrogations. Regulations require training and
qualification before one can be allowed to question people." Raven rolled her eyes.
"Why, so they can fail at it like you?" She pushed her way past Gryzlikoff and entered the room.
In frustration, he followed her in.
"This is not permitted by standard SHUSH rules." He hissed.
"You want answers or not?" Raven shot back at him.
She turned to the young man in the chair. He looked at her and sneered. Just another pathetic
jerk, trying to get him to talk. With one quick motion, Raven drew one of the swords from her back and
brought it down on the edge of the chair. The tip was facing the young man and the blade had landed
only a fraction of an inch away from his groin. Raven starred the now terrified young man in the face.
"Talk or get neutered." She said flatly. The young man sputtered as best he could through
trembling lips.
"His name's Diablo and he comes around the clubs and pool halls and gives out free drugs and
promises to give more if you join this organization he works for. He doesn't say what it is or what they do
with you but a lot of people have gone with him already and I swear that's all I know!!!"
"Where'd you find this all out at?" Raven demanded.
"I over heard him talking to some guys about it. They were sitting at this table near me."
"Where was this?"
"At Stark's bar and pool hall over on the other side of town."
"Do you know the guys he was talking to?"
"No! And I never saw them after that either! I swear!"
"Does he come around Stark's often?"
"Yeah, I seen him in there twice or more. I don't remember how much exactly. Please, man. I
swear that's all I know." Raven rolled her eyes in disgust before putting the sword away. She turned to
Gryzlikoff and smirked.
"Took you all day to do that, huh?" Gryzlikoff narrowed his eyes and scoffed as he watched two
guards take the young man away.
"At first I thought you were as bad as Darkwing. But I've changed my mind. You're much
worse." Raven shrugged her shoulders and they returned to the observation room.
"Errr..Good work Raven." J Gander thanked her. "We have at least one place to investigate
now."
"We should contact the owner of the bar." Raven said. "While we're at it, we should contact the
owners of any other local bars or clubs. If we could talk them into keeping an eye out for Diablo then we
may have a better chance of catching up to him."
"And just what if bar owners double cross us?" Gryzlikoff asked in a mocking tone of voice.
Raven shot him an annoyed look, but it quickly faded into a smile.
"Clever boy." She mocked. "Let the owners know that the presence of a suspect in a federal
crime in an establishment could warrant an intensive investigation. One that would result in the
establishment being closed down temporarily, or permanently. I'm sure most of them would be happy to
assist rather than lose their business." J Gander nodded.
"Excellent idea. We'll contact the owner of the bar and try to enlist his help voluntarily. We'll
contact you when we have a plan, Darkwing." Darkwing, Launchpad and Raven left for their nightly
patrol. On their way back to J Gander's office, Gryzlikoff ventured to make a comment on Hooter's
decisions.
"Sir, with all due respect, the young lady was not authorized to question that man. She got
information from him through intimidation. He could legally get off by testifying that his rights were
infringed upon. To let Darkwing Duck work on SHUSH cases is one thing, but a civilian..." J Gander cut
him off.
"Now, now, Gryzlikoff. She got the information we needed. We can move on with the case now.
we could have been questioning these people for who knows how long before they broke down."
Gryzlikoff began to speak, but decided against any further contradiction on his part. "Contact the owner
of Stark's bar." J Gander instructed. "We'll see what kind of strategy we can work out."

Raven returned to Morgana's house at around 7 in the morning. She made her way upstairs to
her room and collapsed on the bed. Morgana stood in the open door way, trying not to laugh as Raven
made a great effort to remove her boots and jacket.
"Feeling better?" Morgana asked.
"Much, thank you." Raven answered in a tired voice. "Ohhh, why can't people stop stealing and
get jobs!"
"But then what would you do every night?" Morgana snickered.
"Sleep! I'd go to bed like a normal person. Get up in the morning and go to work." She rolled
over and closed her eyes. "And on the weekends I'd clean the house or go out or something. And if I
went to the bank it would be to make a deposit or a with draw, not to stop someone from robbing it."
Morgana smiled and began to shut the door. Raven spoke to her before she closed it all the way.
"Morgana, do you ever wish you were normal?" The question struck Morgana as an odd one.
"Not really, why?" Raven sighed heavily.
"Because I wish I was." Morgana laughed and shut the door, leaving her friend to sleep.

Diablo stood infront of a small panel of men. F.O.W.L. high command looked over the young
man. There was a thin tension in the room before one of the panel spoke.
"F.O.W.L. is pleased with your work so far, Agent Diablo. How ever, there have been problems
with a few of your recruits. Our F.O.W.L. Egg Men can not do a job successfully if they are under the
influence. Offering the narcotics is one thing, but the recruits must stop taking them before or during a
mission." Diablo nodded and spoke respectfully.
"I apologize for any trouble that was recently caused by any of the recruits, sirs. Please be
assured that the problem has been addressed and an example has been made of the people who caused it.
These new recruits are not hard to deal with, once the ground rules have been firmly laid down."
"Very good then." Another member of the panel spoke. Across the table, a briefcase was slid
toward Diablo. He took it and popped it open. He smiled as he looked over the unmarked bills inside. He
chuckled as he closed it again.
"If I had a dime for every stupid, dirty, junky that I talked into signing their lives over to
F.O.W.L..." He heavted the brief case in his hands. "Oh, wait, I guess I do!" He thanked the panel and
headed out of the room, laughing on his way.