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Something More. Part 3
"Hay DW!" a loud booming voice startled Darkwing breaking his train of thought.
"What! What! What's wrong?!" he asked LaunchPad alarmed by his sidekicks anxious tone. LaunchPad stopped and looked at Darkwing a bit puzzled "Gee, nothings wrong DW. Gosalyn and Honker just want to know if we'll join them for some pizza and the movie?"
"Oh," Darkwing didn't appreciate being scared out of his wit, but he was relieved that nothing was wrong. No, LP. We really need to get going out on patrol pretty soon."
A look of disappointment showed on the pilots face. "Aw but they got a good movie tonight Invasion of the Werewolves from Mars."
Darkwing couldn't help but laugh. Sometimes he wondered if LP was aware that he was a grown-up. "Well, crime has been slow lately. Why don't you stay home and enjoy the movie. I can solo this one."
LaunchPad's face lit up "You sure DW. Gee Thanks. I really wanted to see that Movie." he paused, having a thought (something rare for LaunchPad). "Hey, since crime has been so slow lately, why don't you stay home and watch it with us. St. Canard can survive one night without the Masked Mallard!"
"Well thanks for the offer LP. But I think I'll go out on patrol anyway."
LaunchPad just shrugged as he turned to leave.
Darkwing waited until he was gone, then went to the computer to contact J. Gander. He had not been exactly honest with LaunchPad. He wasn't in the mood for patrol tonight. But he wanted to be alone for what he was about to do.
A few minutes later, he was talking to J. Gander over the computers communication link.
"Yes, I can get that information for you Darkwing. That's not a problem. But are you sure nothing is wrong?" J. Gander asked over the screen. He noticed that Darkwing seem a bit down tonight.
"No. Nothing is wrong J. Gander," Darkwing lied "it's just something I've been wondering about is all."
"Alright, Darkwing," J. Gander replied, not really convinced that nothing was wrong "I'll
get the information you requested and have it faxed to you immediately."
The screen went blank and Darkwing turned in his chair to wait for the information to be sent to him. His mind again going back to the memories of that night years ago.
In the secret Passageway of the Lab.
Darkwing and the brothers were doing a rush-job on taking out the criminals. They had split up, staying in the hidden passageway, however. Shawn had given Darkwing the layout to the Lab, explaining to him where he needed to go and what he needed to do, and how quickly it had to be done. The thought had crossed Darkwing's mind of how these two knew everything about the Lab. Like secret passages and hidden rooms full of gizmos! Ah well, they were detectives, he guessed it was their job to know.
Shawn had told him where he could find the air vents and get to them unnoticed. They were all three to release sleeping gas from the special canisters in exactly 15 minutes from the time they split up.
On the mark, Darkwing set of several canisters of sleeping gas into the air vents. "I think I saw this on a late show, once." Darkwing thought to himself as he made his way to the rendezvous point. Within 5 minutes, over half the crime gang had been knocked out. But it also meant that the criminals were aware that they were under siege. "We have to act quickly," Gerad told Darkwing and Shawn. "before they have a chance to run for it."
In the main Lab.
A short husky bulldog runs up to the hawk. "Sir, most of our men are out cold! Some sort of sleeping gas was filtered through the air vents!"
"Oh how classical, air vents are always a good prop in the movies!" the hawk said coldly then turned to the old professor "Don't think for a minute that we don't know who's behind all this professor. Those brothers have quire the reputation among the criminal underground. You have no idea how many crime lords would like to take them out. But that Sir, will be our pleasure. It would seem that they have enlisted the aid of that costume clown that's been running around loose."
"You've had us here all this time and you haven't even said what you want of us." the old scientist replied wearily.
The hawk smirked "The young detectives aren't the only ones with shining reputations. You have become a legend in your own time for your inventive mind. My boss decided he wants you on his payroll. He's particularly interested in the invention your are presently working on."
"I take it he doesn't care if I don't want to work for him!"
"Oh, you'll be more than happy to do his bidding – after he's through with you."
The old scientist shook his head then glanced over at his assistant "Then why not let Sarah go, if it's me you want."
"Oh no, no, no. You see. Your assistant may well have some creative talents of her own. I hear SHUSH even has their eye on her. Isn't that right Dr Bellum?" The hawk said leaning down in the female gooses face and getting his shins kicked in the process. "Ah" the hawk yelled hopping around holding his ankle.
"Sir," a scrawny little frog said timidly "The boss just called. He's coming to pick up the merchandise." he said gesturing to the professor and Dr. Bellum.
The hawk smirk "Excellent. We'll be waiting for him. Have all the troops that are still awake on guard for those meddling brothers and the masked weirdo! Now get these two to the roof. We have a helicopter to catch!"
Within the hidden passages of the Lab, Darkwing and the two brothers were able to hear everything that was said over an intercom within the passageway. "We don't have much time." Gerad said with concern. "The helicopter is on it's way. We have to get to the roof, Now!"
The three of them sprinted up the stairway of the corridor toward the roof.
As the emerged from the hidden door near the air shaft, they could see a black chopper descending upon the rooftop as the police fired on it from the ground. They crooks already had the scientist and Dr. Bellum on the roof waiting.
"It's them!" shouted one of the thugs as he opened fire on Darkwing, Shawn and Gerad, all three of whom jumped behind the air shaft for cover.
Shawn shot an arrow in the midst of the gunmen. It exploded upon striking the ground. A
sort of dust covered the area around them. Within seconds they were all sneezing, non stop and uncontrollably. "Nice" Darkwing commented as he tossed shot a canister of sleeping gas from his gas gun, knocking out three more of the henchmen.
The helicopter was now landing, and the hawk and a couple of his men were dragging a struggling Scientist and his assistant toward it.
"I'm going to have to rush them!" Gerad told Shawn.
"That's suicide!" Shawn exclaimed to his older brother.
"It's our only chance to save Dad and Dr. Bellum!"
"Dad!" yelped a surprised Darkwing "He's your father!" The brothers nodded in sync.
Now Darkwing understood how they knew so much about the Labs layout.
"Cover me!" Gerad shouted as he drew his gun and charged.
Shawn let fly a couple of his light burst arrows and Darkwing fired a smoke canister. Between being blinded by light bursts and blue smoke, most of the henchmen were rendered disoriented and Gerad was able to get by them.
A bear in a commando uniform charged the redheaded duck, drawing a machete and swinging at the ducks head. Skilfully Gerad evaded the swipe and delivered a round-kick to the head of the bear sending him reeling backwards into another henchmen, knocking them both off the rooftop.
In the struggle, the professor had stumbled and fallen. The fleeing thugs opted to leave him behind in their attempt to escape, still dragging Dr. Bellum along. Gerad pulled his father to his feat and yelled for him to get back inside the Lab.
By now, the police had stormed the building and were on their way up to the roof. But they weren't going to get there in time to stop the helicopter. With Dr Bellum now inside, the helicopter started to lift off. In a desperate attempt to rescue Dr. Bellum, Gerad made a leap for the skid. He managed to grab on and started to pull himself up when a single gunshot was fired. Gerad fell.
To be concluded...