by Roaming Tigress
Chapter Three:
What Goes Around, Comes Around
Officer Rottweil's day started off just like any other at six o'clock in the morning. After parking his all-terrain vehicle at the back of the parking lot, he patrolled the outside property and found nothing unusual. A through check on the premises of the main floor also revealed nothing out of the ordinary. For twenty years it was the same routine. Normally he enjoyed his job but last night's incidents were pushing his limits. How dare that walking ego order him around!
"Good evening . . . " He gruffly spoke to a passing fellow guard, a rather unusual looking bird. He was crazy-eyed, skinny and long-legged with grey and black feathers. It was hard to tell what species he was exactly, but resembled a cross between an emu and a goose. Don't make eye contact with him, Max. Just keep walking. If you make eye contact, he won't stop talking! If he won't stop talking, you'll be late for work.
The odd bird started laughing hysterically, then idiotically slapped his easily annoyed superior on the back. In spite of his scrawny built, he was fairly strong. The slap was enough to nearly bowl the big dog over. "You wouldn't believe what I saw last night!"
"What now, you fool?" Rottweil growled, crossing his arms and walking away as fast as he could. "I can't stop to talk, Charlie. I have to report to my office and fill in the paper work for last night. That Darkwing Duck interrupted me with a stupid wild chicken chase."
"Ya know, it's funny you should mention those two!" Charlie guffawed, catching up to the overweight dogface and chumly placed an arm around his neck. He could see this annoyed the Rottweiler, and laughed again. Some people live to be annoying, and Charlie was one of them.
"You see, last night when I was filling in for surveillance, I saw him and - - "
"I had trouble with that duck and one of his villains last night and I'd rather you not bring it up!" Rottweil barked, throwing Charlie's arm off of him. "Just open the back door for the staff, turn on the water fountains, the lights, check the basement for homeless bums. You know the usual routine, go and do it!"
Charlie watched him leave, confused. What's up with him? Was it something that I did? With a shrug, he did as he was ordered too.
"All the world needs are more people like me!" He laughed to himself.
Officer Rottweil violently kicked open the office door just as he had done for twenty years, but the sight in front of him was certainly something different.
"What the hell . . . ?!" The dog couldn't decide if he should laugh, or be horrified. Please say this is all a dream. It's just too . . . Strange!
In one corner of the room, Steelbeak (sans expensive Armani jacket) was asleep with his back propped up against the wall. Against his right side was Darkwing, also fast asleep with a silly grin on his face. With a groan, the dogface approached and gave the rooster a swift kick to his knee.
"Up on yer feet! This is an office, not a slumber party!"
Steelbeak awoke with a jolt and looked in disgust at the duck next to him. He had not noticed the dog looming over him and grabbed the mallard by the collar of his jacket, shaking him awake.
"Jeez! Why'd youse do dat fer?!"
"Do what?!" Darkwing exclaimed, seeing Rottweil in the corner of his eyes and turning to him with an apologetic grin. He shoved Steelbeak away and quickly jumped to his feet. "Oh . . . Um, this isn't as bad as it looks!"
"It isn't, eh?" Rottweil grunted, looking to Steelbeak, then down at the duck. "Care to explain on what is going on here?"
"You see, officer, I was fighting this fowl-hearted felon here and we both ended up unconscious!" He replied matter-of-factly while placing his fedora back on his head. "This criminal is exceptionally violent and vicious! As soon as I get out of this place he'll be in jail where he belongs!"
Rottweil's momentary indignation turned to amusement as he began to think the situation over again. Why do I not believe him?
"Oh yeah?"
"YEAH!"
Steelbeak threw his jacket on him and became defensive. "Lies, all lies! He tried ta take advantage of me when 'e knocked me unconscious wit' a chair! I 'ave no idea what 'append after day, and lets say I'd rather not know!" If there was one thing he was good at, it was that he was good at lying.
"I did not do anything of the sort!" Darkwing gasped, jumping back. Angered that he was being accused of doing something he did not do, he marched up to Steelbeak and poked him hard in the chest. "If anything, *you* were trying to take advantage of me, you - - "
"Sexy t'ing?" Steelbeak laughed, pushing him away half-heartedly. "Take 'im away, Fido. I gotta get to FOWL and explain why 'e kept me up all night long."
With a nod, the guard roughly took him away and tossed him out the mall's back door. The felon watched this with a pleased expression, glad for once that the villain had won. Little did he know, however, that word of this incident quickly got around.
A week had past since "the event." Much to Steelbeak's relief he wasn't fired from returning to F.O.WL HQ late, and was let out with a warning. However, now he was faced with the jibbing that Darkwing was facing as well.
"I heard you coddled that Darkwing Duck!" Scoffed Tuskerninni as he passed Steelbeak on a busy sidewalk. "Did he scratch you under the chin, too? Ruffle your feathers? Did you massage his feet? Did he kiss you goodnight?"
"Shaddup, tubby!" Steelbeak
snarled, taken aback. "Jus' 'ow did youse know about dis, anyways?"
"Can't tell!" The well-dressed
walrus shrugged with a ear to ear grin. Charlie had told him about
the incident, and just to be a pain he felt the need to tell everyone.
Even villains spread rumors about each other.
"Lets just say, what goes
around, comes around!"
With a growl, Steelbeak trudged through the street, shoving passerbys aside. He cursed in Italian, wishing very bad things to happen to one certain duck. Wonderful, another plan backfired!