I know it took a while but here's chapter three....finally. I apologize it took so long, I'm down to my final three weeks of school so I don't have a lot of time on my hands. Chapter four is underway and reviews are welcome! Enjoy!
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Five suspects were being led down the lock-down hallway of the local police station. In the front was Draco Brent, his feet shuffling against the pavement. His left foot was bent inwards and walked with a limp to show that the knee of his left leg did not extend fully. Behind him was Darkwing Duck, keeping his eyes averted from the police officers who stared at him curiously as they passed. The thought that the officers were probably wondering why the hero was a suspect made Darkwing cringe inwardly to himself. Following Darkwing was Quackerjack, who was followed by Megavolt and then finally Liquidator.
The group continued to wander on, being escorted by the guards and herded through a metal door. The five suspects stepped up onto the platform of the line-up room that was marked his horizontal black stripes to signify height intervals. Draco stopped on the far right and the other four followed his lead and stopped in front of the line-up wall before turning and facing the observation window. Draco's voice continued to narrate the event to the District Attorney.
"It didn't make sense that I would be there. These guys were either hard-core super villains or suspicious faces in the city. At that point, I wasn't scared. I knew I hadn't done anything they could do me for. Besides, it was kind of fun. I got to make like I was notorious."
Suddenly, a bright light flashed on from above the observation window and shined on the four. Not being used to line-ups, Darkwing squinted his eyes and held up his hand to his forehead in order to shield them from the bright light. The three super villains to Darkwing's right all looked at him curiously with snide grins on their faces, amused at seeing the hero who had foiled their plans in the past in a police line-up with them.
"Well, well. Look at what we have here, boys!" Megavolt exclaimed with a laugh to Liquidator and Quackerjack. "I knew it would only be a matter of time before the authorities got their suspicions up and threw you in here with us!" he added, his fellow super villains laughing with him.
Darkwing just kept his annoyed glance forward, trying his best to ignore the chides of his enemies. Draco just watched and listened curiously, frowning slightly at the sight of the hero being tormented for the suspicions of something he probably did not do. The voice of the leading investigator from inside the observation booth boomed over the loudspeaker as the witnesses and officers watched on from inside.
"Alright, shut up in there!" the investigator barked, the villains' laughter immediately ceasing as they looked forward, stifling the last of their snickers. "You all know the drill. When your number is called stepped forward and read the phrase that has been given to you. Number one, step forward."
Liquidator stepped forward and held up the small piece of paper with the said phrase written on it. He took a deep breath and then stood upright in a proud stance to display his past salesman confidence. "Give me the keys, you fairy godmother!"
"Number two, step forward."
Megavolt paused momentarily to put on a stern and villainous expression on his face before stepping forward as Liquidator retreated back. In an instant, he held up his hands and shot electrical sparks between his fingers as he shouted insanely. "Give me the freakin' keys! You fairy godmother blaaaahhh!!"
"Knock it off! Step back!"
The electrical rodent and the two villains on either side of him all snickered as he stepped back to his original standing place.
"Number three, step forward."
Quackerjack's turn. The jester hopped forward and looked down at the phrase on the piece of paper in his hand and suddenly burst out into giggles. Megavolt also snickered and gave his frequent partner in crime a playful smack in the arm. Quackerjack retaliated by slapping him back and then read the phrase in one of his many loony voices. "Give me the keys, you fairy godmother!"
"Seriously, please!"
The jester blinked at the investigator's request. "Excuse me??"
"Repeat is seriously."
Quackerjack blinked and shrugged carelessly as he repeated, his playful mood now gone. "Give me the keys, you godmother. What the Hell!" he exclaimed before stepping back with a frown, followed by the sniggering of Liquidator and Megavolt.
"Number four, step forward."
Now it was Darkwing's turn. He was the only one out of the five who seemed nervous. He was a hero! What if he was convicted?? Darkwing looked down at the phrase and sighed before speaking in a flat tone. "Give me the keys you fairy godmother."
Without waiting for instruction, Darkwing crumpled the paper in his hands out of frustration and tossed it over his shoulder, stepping back into line with the others. He shouldn't be here. This was a place for criminals, not crime fighters.
"It was bullshit. The whole rap was a set-up. Everything was the cops' fault. You don't put guys like that in a room together. Who knows what can happen?"
As Draco finished narrating once again, the investigator's voice called once again. "Number five, step forward."
The one-eyed mallard stepped forward and gave a short breath before reading the phrase slowly and deliberately. "Give me the keys, your fairy godmother…" he droned before looking up at the window of the observation booth. Seconds later, the bright light dimmed.
***
Megavolt sat in an interrogating room, having been separated from his fellow suspects. In the room with him was two interrogators and three guards armed with water guns to use in defense against the electrically charged rodent.
"They drilled us all night. Somebody was pissed about that truck getting knocked off and the cops had nothing. They were hoping somebody would slip up and give them something to go on. They knew we wouldn't fight it because they knew how to lean on us. They'd been doing it forever to hard-time criminals and our rights went right out the window. It was a violation and absolutely disgraceful. They went after Megavolt first. He was a good guy; crazy though. Also one of St. Canard's very first super villains."
"So where did you dump the truck?" one of the interrogators asked Megavolt expectantly.
"What truck?" Megavolt asked innocently with a shrug and an amused smile on his face.
The interrogator glared at the villain, losing his patience. "The truck with the guns, fucko!"
Megavolt blinked. "Fucko? Brrr!" he commented with a shiver in response to the cold insult, followed by a low snicker.
A short time later, Quackerjack was now in the interrogation room facing the investigators. The jester had a somewhat panicked expression on his face as he glanced around the room frantically.
"Where's Mr. Banana Brain?? He doesn't know any more about this 'truck' thing than I do! He's innocent! Let him go!" he demanded.
"Later." the interrogator replied, taking a forward towards the subdued villain. "First you're going to tell us where the truck is. The one with the stolen gun parts."
Quackerjack stared up at him and blinked. "I don't steal gun parts! I only steal parts for toys! Well, okay, there was that time where I had to swipe some guns for my line of toy guns that really shoot. But that was a long time ago!" he insisted and then stuck his bill in the air with a stubborn expression. "Besides, I was busy working on my new line of exploding Bo-Bo Dolls the night the truck was hijacked!"
"That's not what your buddy Megavolt told us," the interrogator replied with a smug tone in his voice, deciding to make up his own story in hopes that he could get one of the villains to give something away. "He told us a different story."
"A different story? Is that the one about the Wiffle Boy Womanizer?" Quackerjack asked curiously with an arched eyebrow. "Because I've never talked to him before, I swear!" he added, followed by a fit of insane giggles.
"Quackerjack occasionally worked with Megavolt. Although he was another loony character, when it came to the job, he was right on. Knew what he was doing and worked well with Megavolt."
"You're one of the city's most notorious criminals. You're sweating like a guilty bitch so save us the time. Where's the truck??" the interrogator demanded once again, losing his patience.
"I'm sweating because I'm laughing so hard!" Quackerjack explained as he pounded his fists on the table while he continued to laugh. "The thought of my hijacking a truck of gun parts for no apparent reason! Hoo hoo hoo hoo!" he concluded with his maniacal laughter before he was dragged out of the room by the guards.
***
"Four out of five legal surveys state that everyone is entitled to counsel while being questioned!" Liquidator insisted form his sitting position in the interrogation room. The chair he was sitting in was covered and surrounded by a puddle of water and the guards were now armed with several large cleaning sponges.
"Not this time, pal." the interrogator sneered.
"Denying the right to counsel? It is guaranteed that this will also go on as a stain on this already soiled precinct!" Liquidator added the threat matter-of-factly, making it clear that he knew some vital information to the particular precinct of the St. Canard Police Department.
"The Liquidator worked alone 99% of the time. He was a loner mainly because he was a downright mean and cynical bastard. He was another intelligent criminal due to his days as a corrupt bottled water executive. But he was as conniving as a snake when it mattered."
"You know what happens if you get put in the join this time, smart guy?" the interrogator asked.
Liquidator paused and then shrugged carelessly. "I have to start paying rent to the fine prson life I receive?" he asked sarcastically with a smug grin.
***
"I'll charge you when I'm ready."
"With what?" Darkwing asked the interrogator snidely as he glared up at him. Darkwing never got along with much of the city's authorities due to the fact that they all accused him of being some sort of mysterious criminal himself.
"You know damn well with what, dead duck. The witness claim that the hijacker was a mysterious person and wore a mask," the interrogator lied, looking for any chance to pin the hijacking on the city's crime fighter. "And buddy, you're as mysterious as they come around here. Look at you! You got around in a mask and cape! You want to explain the reason for that??"
Darkwing stared coldly at his confronter and slowly leaned forward towards him. "I don't have any reason to stoop to the lowness level of this city's scum. And from what I hear, it sounds as if you and your precinct are the ones who should be worrying about your own work, wouldn't you agree? Because I'm sure the Chief would have something to say in regards to your 'under the table' deals. So unless you lay off, you can't kiss my feathered rear…." he hissed threateningly before leaning back in his chair again. "So let's get back to that truck."
Before Darkwing could react, the fist of one of the interrogator's associates came ripping through the air and made contact with the side of Darkwing's bill. The hero yelped in pain as the loud 'smack!' echoed through the room.
***
Darkwing is escorted to a holding cell which is occupied by Liquidator, Quackerjack, Megavolt, and Draco. The three main super villains had been conversing and don't even take much noticed when Darkwing is shoved inside the cell with them. The guard locked the cell door behind him and retreated. As the Quackerjack ranted and paced back and forth, Darkwing moved across the cell and sat down on a bench in the corner. Megavolt sat boredly while he listened to Quackerjack ramble while Liquidator leaned against the far wall.
"This is crazy!" Quackerjack whined as he continued to wander back and forth. "Okay, so I'm a known criminal in this city! But I don't hijack trucks! That's not in my resume! But they still drag me in here and accuse me of being some insane lunatic! I'm NOT an insane lunatic!"
"You Are an insane lunatic!" Megavolt corrected snidely.
Quackerjack spun around and pouted lamely in Megavolt's direction. "Now why did you have to go and do that for?? I'm trying to prove a point here!"
"That would be a first…" came the sarcastic voice of the crime fighter. The heads of the three super villains all turned to face Darkwing, who was making the effort to keep his gaze averted.
"Never though I'd see the day Darkwing Duck would be in a jail cell with us, eh boys?" Megavolt smirked before adding, "Did your ex-criminal girlfriend finally begin to rub off on you?"
Quackerjack did a double take and spun around to face Darkwing with wide eyes. "You're still seeing that witch?? Hasn't she toasted your tail feathers enough already??" he asked with a giggle. Darkwing merely growled lowly in their direction and attempted to position himself so that his back was facing the criminals.
"Yep, he's still seeing her! And it would appear as if she STILL has him wrapped around her little magical finger," Megavolt answered for Darkwing. "So what about it, Darkwing? You a witch's wife? What sort of spell does she have you under?"
The three super villains all erupted into maniacal laughter. Darkwing glanced over his shoulder and shot Mega volt a deadly glare.
"It would appear as if the witty Megavolt has gotten on the 'courageous crime fighter's' central nerve!" Liquidator quipped as the laughter finally began to subside.
"Do your 'pal' a favor, Quackers, and keep him quiet…." Darkwing hissed lowly from his corner. At that point, he was getting desperate enough to get out of the cell and was even contemplating doing something drastic. But that would probably end up getting him into even more trouble later.
"So you're suspected of criminal activity, Darkwing?" Megavolt asked, a bit more serious this time as he leaned forward curiously. "Was it you who hit that truck in hopes of pinning it on one of us?"
"This whole thing was a shake-down," Darkwing answered instead, referring to the line-up.
"What makes you say that?" Megavolt asked, once again interested in the subject as to why they would be subjected to a shake-down.
Being an unofficial authority figure of St. Canard, Darkwing knew how the police worked and about a particular precinct's recent corruption. Even the Liquidator could affirm that due to his sneaky ways of going about to get private information. "How many times have you been in a line-up?" he asked the criminals, finally turning to face them. "It's always you and four other dummies. The police in the current 3rd Precinct will take advantage of that and the reputations of shady character sin the city; both criminals and masked crime fighters. If they're doing something that requires a great deal of precaution, they'll look for potential offenders of an every day felony to receive most of the Department's attention while they proceed with their scams. It's police corruption, plain and simple."
"So you're saying that they accused us and brought us in as decoys for the Department?" Megavolt asked slowly as if trying to comprehend the situation. Darkwing simple rolled his eyes and nodded in reply. "But what about this truck they're talking about? Who stole it?"
"To Hell with who stole it!" Liquidator chimed in. "What I want to know is who's the gimp," he added, looking in Draco's direction, who had remained silent throughout the whole conversation on a bench on the far side cell. He looked up at hearing the word 'gimp,' automatically knowing that the term was referring to his handicapped foot.
"His name is Draco. He's got a record behind him but not as bad as you miscreants…" Darkwing sneered.
Quackerjack looked in Draco's direction curiously. "Is that so? Another convict, huh? I've never heard of him before. So how about it, one-eye? What's your story?"
Draco hesitated before looking up at Quackerjack, cringing slightly at the 'one-eye' remark that referred to the black eye patch over his right eye. "I just moved out here to St. Canard a few years ago. I haven't really had time to establish my own reputation yet."
"We've met once or twice last year," Darkwing informed. "I took him in for a fraud charge. You were waiting for a line-up back then, too…" he added, glancing at Draco with a raised eyebrow. "What happened with that?"
"I walked and got a ninety-day suspended."
"So it was you who did it?" Megavolt accused and sighed, rolling his eyes. "Well congratulations, you've got a rep now!"
"I never said I did it," Draco countered calmly.
Megavolt sighed again and threw his hands up in the air before standing up. "Look, we've all been put out by this. The least we can do for yourselves is salvage our dignity by getting back at those pinheaded police officers with a REAL charge!" he declared, extending the index fingers of both of his hands, a bolt of electricity sparking between them. "Now, Quackerjack and I have a lead on this job that can prove as useful payback on the police department and…"
"Don't even think about it, you ego-maniacal electron!" Darkwing interjected as he jumped to his feet. "I may be in here with you villains, but I'm still fight for justice and won't stand by while you carry out a plan of revenge against the city!"
"Hey, I'm just talking here!" Megavolt shouted back, holding his hands up defense at the raging masked mallard. "Besides, it would appear as if Liquidator and Quackerjack are already with me. What about you?" he asked as he looked directly at Draco.
Draco shrugged in reply and answered simply, "Yeah, I'm interested. Sure."
"You're missing the point…" Darkwing seethed as the four criminals all glanced at him expectantly, "Shut up. I don't want to hear anything you have to say. I don't want to know about your 'job'. Just don't let me hear you. I want nothing to do with any of you felons!"
"Forget him!" Quackerjack said, waving his hand carelessly in Darkwing's direction. The four villains all began to herd themselves to the corner of the cell as far away from Darkwing as possible. The crime fighter scoffed and rolled his eyes as he got to his feet and approached the barred cell door. It would be a matter of minutes before the five of them would be released since there was no probable cause to prosecute any of them. Soon he would be out there, away from the criminals, and with the people he loved again.
Megavolt motioned for the other three to huddle around him and whispered lowly to them. "Now, I can't talk about this in full detail here, but listen up…."
"So that was how it started. The five of us brought in on a trumped-up charge to be leaned on by half-wits. But what the cops never figured out, and what I know now, is that these guys would never break, never lie down, and never bend over for ANYBODY…"
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Five suspects were being led down the lock-down hallway of the local police station. In the front was Draco Brent, his feet shuffling against the pavement. His left foot was bent inwards and walked with a limp to show that the knee of his left leg did not extend fully. Behind him was Darkwing Duck, keeping his eyes averted from the police officers who stared at him curiously as they passed. The thought that the officers were probably wondering why the hero was a suspect made Darkwing cringe inwardly to himself. Following Darkwing was Quackerjack, who was followed by Megavolt and then finally Liquidator.
The group continued to wander on, being escorted by the guards and herded through a metal door. The five suspects stepped up onto the platform of the line-up room that was marked his horizontal black stripes to signify height intervals. Draco stopped on the far right and the other four followed his lead and stopped in front of the line-up wall before turning and facing the observation window. Draco's voice continued to narrate the event to the District Attorney.
"It didn't make sense that I would be there. These guys were either hard-core super villains or suspicious faces in the city. At that point, I wasn't scared. I knew I hadn't done anything they could do me for. Besides, it was kind of fun. I got to make like I was notorious."
Suddenly, a bright light flashed on from above the observation window and shined on the four. Not being used to line-ups, Darkwing squinted his eyes and held up his hand to his forehead in order to shield them from the bright light. The three super villains to Darkwing's right all looked at him curiously with snide grins on their faces, amused at seeing the hero who had foiled their plans in the past in a police line-up with them.
"Well, well. Look at what we have here, boys!" Megavolt exclaimed with a laugh to Liquidator and Quackerjack. "I knew it would only be a matter of time before the authorities got their suspicions up and threw you in here with us!" he added, his fellow super villains laughing with him.
Darkwing just kept his annoyed glance forward, trying his best to ignore the chides of his enemies. Draco just watched and listened curiously, frowning slightly at the sight of the hero being tormented for the suspicions of something he probably did not do. The voice of the leading investigator from inside the observation booth boomed over the loudspeaker as the witnesses and officers watched on from inside.
"Alright, shut up in there!" the investigator barked, the villains' laughter immediately ceasing as they looked forward, stifling the last of their snickers. "You all know the drill. When your number is called stepped forward and read the phrase that has been given to you. Number one, step forward."
Liquidator stepped forward and held up the small piece of paper with the said phrase written on it. He took a deep breath and then stood upright in a proud stance to display his past salesman confidence. "Give me the keys, you fairy godmother!"
"Number two, step forward."
Megavolt paused momentarily to put on a stern and villainous expression on his face before stepping forward as Liquidator retreated back. In an instant, he held up his hands and shot electrical sparks between his fingers as he shouted insanely. "Give me the freakin' keys! You fairy godmother blaaaahhh!!"
"Knock it off! Step back!"
The electrical rodent and the two villains on either side of him all snickered as he stepped back to his original standing place.
"Number three, step forward."
Quackerjack's turn. The jester hopped forward and looked down at the phrase on the piece of paper in his hand and suddenly burst out into giggles. Megavolt also snickered and gave his frequent partner in crime a playful smack in the arm. Quackerjack retaliated by slapping him back and then read the phrase in one of his many loony voices. "Give me the keys, you fairy godmother!"
"Seriously, please!"
The jester blinked at the investigator's request. "Excuse me??"
"Repeat is seriously."
Quackerjack blinked and shrugged carelessly as he repeated, his playful mood now gone. "Give me the keys, you godmother. What the Hell!" he exclaimed before stepping back with a frown, followed by the sniggering of Liquidator and Megavolt.
"Number four, step forward."
Now it was Darkwing's turn. He was the only one out of the five who seemed nervous. He was a hero! What if he was convicted?? Darkwing looked down at the phrase and sighed before speaking in a flat tone. "Give me the keys you fairy godmother."
Without waiting for instruction, Darkwing crumpled the paper in his hands out of frustration and tossed it over his shoulder, stepping back into line with the others. He shouldn't be here. This was a place for criminals, not crime fighters.
"It was bullshit. The whole rap was a set-up. Everything was the cops' fault. You don't put guys like that in a room together. Who knows what can happen?"
As Draco finished narrating once again, the investigator's voice called once again. "Number five, step forward."
The one-eyed mallard stepped forward and gave a short breath before reading the phrase slowly and deliberately. "Give me the keys, your fairy godmother…" he droned before looking up at the window of the observation booth. Seconds later, the bright light dimmed.
***
Megavolt sat in an interrogating room, having been separated from his fellow suspects. In the room with him was two interrogators and three guards armed with water guns to use in defense against the electrically charged rodent.
"They drilled us all night. Somebody was pissed about that truck getting knocked off and the cops had nothing. They were hoping somebody would slip up and give them something to go on. They knew we wouldn't fight it because they knew how to lean on us. They'd been doing it forever to hard-time criminals and our rights went right out the window. It was a violation and absolutely disgraceful. They went after Megavolt first. He was a good guy; crazy though. Also one of St. Canard's very first super villains."
"So where did you dump the truck?" one of the interrogators asked Megavolt expectantly.
"What truck?" Megavolt asked innocently with a shrug and an amused smile on his face.
The interrogator glared at the villain, losing his patience. "The truck with the guns, fucko!"
Megavolt blinked. "Fucko? Brrr!" he commented with a shiver in response to the cold insult, followed by a low snicker.
A short time later, Quackerjack was now in the interrogation room facing the investigators. The jester had a somewhat panicked expression on his face as he glanced around the room frantically.
"Where's Mr. Banana Brain?? He doesn't know any more about this 'truck' thing than I do! He's innocent! Let him go!" he demanded.
"Later." the interrogator replied, taking a forward towards the subdued villain. "First you're going to tell us where the truck is. The one with the stolen gun parts."
Quackerjack stared up at him and blinked. "I don't steal gun parts! I only steal parts for toys! Well, okay, there was that time where I had to swipe some guns for my line of toy guns that really shoot. But that was a long time ago!" he insisted and then stuck his bill in the air with a stubborn expression. "Besides, I was busy working on my new line of exploding Bo-Bo Dolls the night the truck was hijacked!"
"That's not what your buddy Megavolt told us," the interrogator replied with a smug tone in his voice, deciding to make up his own story in hopes that he could get one of the villains to give something away. "He told us a different story."
"A different story? Is that the one about the Wiffle Boy Womanizer?" Quackerjack asked curiously with an arched eyebrow. "Because I've never talked to him before, I swear!" he added, followed by a fit of insane giggles.
"Quackerjack occasionally worked with Megavolt. Although he was another loony character, when it came to the job, he was right on. Knew what he was doing and worked well with Megavolt."
"You're one of the city's most notorious criminals. You're sweating like a guilty bitch so save us the time. Where's the truck??" the interrogator demanded once again, losing his patience.
"I'm sweating because I'm laughing so hard!" Quackerjack explained as he pounded his fists on the table while he continued to laugh. "The thought of my hijacking a truck of gun parts for no apparent reason! Hoo hoo hoo hoo!" he concluded with his maniacal laughter before he was dragged out of the room by the guards.
***
"Four out of five legal surveys state that everyone is entitled to counsel while being questioned!" Liquidator insisted form his sitting position in the interrogation room. The chair he was sitting in was covered and surrounded by a puddle of water and the guards were now armed with several large cleaning sponges.
"Not this time, pal." the interrogator sneered.
"Denying the right to counsel? It is guaranteed that this will also go on as a stain on this already soiled precinct!" Liquidator added the threat matter-of-factly, making it clear that he knew some vital information to the particular precinct of the St. Canard Police Department.
"The Liquidator worked alone 99% of the time. He was a loner mainly because he was a downright mean and cynical bastard. He was another intelligent criminal due to his days as a corrupt bottled water executive. But he was as conniving as a snake when it mattered."
"You know what happens if you get put in the join this time, smart guy?" the interrogator asked.
Liquidator paused and then shrugged carelessly. "I have to start paying rent to the fine prson life I receive?" he asked sarcastically with a smug grin.
***
"I'll charge you when I'm ready."
"With what?" Darkwing asked the interrogator snidely as he glared up at him. Darkwing never got along with much of the city's authorities due to the fact that they all accused him of being some sort of mysterious criminal himself.
"You know damn well with what, dead duck. The witness claim that the hijacker was a mysterious person and wore a mask," the interrogator lied, looking for any chance to pin the hijacking on the city's crime fighter. "And buddy, you're as mysterious as they come around here. Look at you! You got around in a mask and cape! You want to explain the reason for that??"
Darkwing stared coldly at his confronter and slowly leaned forward towards him. "I don't have any reason to stoop to the lowness level of this city's scum. And from what I hear, it sounds as if you and your precinct are the ones who should be worrying about your own work, wouldn't you agree? Because I'm sure the Chief would have something to say in regards to your 'under the table' deals. So unless you lay off, you can't kiss my feathered rear…." he hissed threateningly before leaning back in his chair again. "So let's get back to that truck."
Before Darkwing could react, the fist of one of the interrogator's associates came ripping through the air and made contact with the side of Darkwing's bill. The hero yelped in pain as the loud 'smack!' echoed through the room.
***
Darkwing is escorted to a holding cell which is occupied by Liquidator, Quackerjack, Megavolt, and Draco. The three main super villains had been conversing and don't even take much noticed when Darkwing is shoved inside the cell with them. The guard locked the cell door behind him and retreated. As the Quackerjack ranted and paced back and forth, Darkwing moved across the cell and sat down on a bench in the corner. Megavolt sat boredly while he listened to Quackerjack ramble while Liquidator leaned against the far wall.
"This is crazy!" Quackerjack whined as he continued to wander back and forth. "Okay, so I'm a known criminal in this city! But I don't hijack trucks! That's not in my resume! But they still drag me in here and accuse me of being some insane lunatic! I'm NOT an insane lunatic!"
"You Are an insane lunatic!" Megavolt corrected snidely.
Quackerjack spun around and pouted lamely in Megavolt's direction. "Now why did you have to go and do that for?? I'm trying to prove a point here!"
"That would be a first…" came the sarcastic voice of the crime fighter. The heads of the three super villains all turned to face Darkwing, who was making the effort to keep his gaze averted.
"Never though I'd see the day Darkwing Duck would be in a jail cell with us, eh boys?" Megavolt smirked before adding, "Did your ex-criminal girlfriend finally begin to rub off on you?"
Quackerjack did a double take and spun around to face Darkwing with wide eyes. "You're still seeing that witch?? Hasn't she toasted your tail feathers enough already??" he asked with a giggle. Darkwing merely growled lowly in their direction and attempted to position himself so that his back was facing the criminals.
"Yep, he's still seeing her! And it would appear as if she STILL has him wrapped around her little magical finger," Megavolt answered for Darkwing. "So what about it, Darkwing? You a witch's wife? What sort of spell does she have you under?"
The three super villains all erupted into maniacal laughter. Darkwing glanced over his shoulder and shot Mega volt a deadly glare.
"It would appear as if the witty Megavolt has gotten on the 'courageous crime fighter's' central nerve!" Liquidator quipped as the laughter finally began to subside.
"Do your 'pal' a favor, Quackers, and keep him quiet…." Darkwing hissed lowly from his corner. At that point, he was getting desperate enough to get out of the cell and was even contemplating doing something drastic. But that would probably end up getting him into even more trouble later.
"So you're suspected of criminal activity, Darkwing?" Megavolt asked, a bit more serious this time as he leaned forward curiously. "Was it you who hit that truck in hopes of pinning it on one of us?"
"This whole thing was a shake-down," Darkwing answered instead, referring to the line-up.
"What makes you say that?" Megavolt asked, once again interested in the subject as to why they would be subjected to a shake-down.
Being an unofficial authority figure of St. Canard, Darkwing knew how the police worked and about a particular precinct's recent corruption. Even the Liquidator could affirm that due to his sneaky ways of going about to get private information. "How many times have you been in a line-up?" he asked the criminals, finally turning to face them. "It's always you and four other dummies. The police in the current 3rd Precinct will take advantage of that and the reputations of shady character sin the city; both criminals and masked crime fighters. If they're doing something that requires a great deal of precaution, they'll look for potential offenders of an every day felony to receive most of the Department's attention while they proceed with their scams. It's police corruption, plain and simple."
"So you're saying that they accused us and brought us in as decoys for the Department?" Megavolt asked slowly as if trying to comprehend the situation. Darkwing simple rolled his eyes and nodded in reply. "But what about this truck they're talking about? Who stole it?"
"To Hell with who stole it!" Liquidator chimed in. "What I want to know is who's the gimp," he added, looking in Draco's direction, who had remained silent throughout the whole conversation on a bench on the far side cell. He looked up at hearing the word 'gimp,' automatically knowing that the term was referring to his handicapped foot.
"His name is Draco. He's got a record behind him but not as bad as you miscreants…" Darkwing sneered.
Quackerjack looked in Draco's direction curiously. "Is that so? Another convict, huh? I've never heard of him before. So how about it, one-eye? What's your story?"
Draco hesitated before looking up at Quackerjack, cringing slightly at the 'one-eye' remark that referred to the black eye patch over his right eye. "I just moved out here to St. Canard a few years ago. I haven't really had time to establish my own reputation yet."
"We've met once or twice last year," Darkwing informed. "I took him in for a fraud charge. You were waiting for a line-up back then, too…" he added, glancing at Draco with a raised eyebrow. "What happened with that?"
"I walked and got a ninety-day suspended."
"So it was you who did it?" Megavolt accused and sighed, rolling his eyes. "Well congratulations, you've got a rep now!"
"I never said I did it," Draco countered calmly.
Megavolt sighed again and threw his hands up in the air before standing up. "Look, we've all been put out by this. The least we can do for yourselves is salvage our dignity by getting back at those pinheaded police officers with a REAL charge!" he declared, extending the index fingers of both of his hands, a bolt of electricity sparking between them. "Now, Quackerjack and I have a lead on this job that can prove as useful payback on the police department and…"
"Don't even think about it, you ego-maniacal electron!" Darkwing interjected as he jumped to his feet. "I may be in here with you villains, but I'm still fight for justice and won't stand by while you carry out a plan of revenge against the city!"
"Hey, I'm just talking here!" Megavolt shouted back, holding his hands up defense at the raging masked mallard. "Besides, it would appear as if Liquidator and Quackerjack are already with me. What about you?" he asked as he looked directly at Draco.
Draco shrugged in reply and answered simply, "Yeah, I'm interested. Sure."
"You're missing the point…" Darkwing seethed as the four criminals all glanced at him expectantly, "Shut up. I don't want to hear anything you have to say. I don't want to know about your 'job'. Just don't let me hear you. I want nothing to do with any of you felons!"
"Forget him!" Quackerjack said, waving his hand carelessly in Darkwing's direction. The four villains all began to herd themselves to the corner of the cell as far away from Darkwing as possible. The crime fighter scoffed and rolled his eyes as he got to his feet and approached the barred cell door. It would be a matter of minutes before the five of them would be released since there was no probable cause to prosecute any of them. Soon he would be out there, away from the criminals, and with the people he loved again.
Megavolt motioned for the other three to huddle around him and whispered lowly to them. "Now, I can't talk about this in full detail here, but listen up…."
"So that was how it started. The five of us brought in on a trumped-up charge to be leaned on by half-wits. But what the cops never figured out, and what I know now, is that these guys would never break, never lie down, and never bend over for ANYBODY…"