Believe me, I'm trying to get this moving along as fast as I can. I'm hoping to have it done by the first week of June, that's my goal. I doubt it will happen, though. So please be patient and keep reading! Thanks for your reviews! NOTE: Since I'm still getting used to formatting, the overlapping dialogue/narrative by Draco during a scene will be in single quotations. Once again, I don't own any of the DWD characters, they're copyright by Disney.
A tall, well suited canine stepped out of the front doors of the St. Canard Airport. In his hand was a large briefcase, his fingers wrapped securely around the handle. He stood on the curbside and glanced to the right and then to the left, as if looking for a ride to pick him up. Sure enough, a police cruiser pulled up alongside the curb in front of him. The man, known as Oscar Whitefur, opened up the back door on the passenger's side and got into the car.
'St. Canard's Finest Taxi Service wasn't your average taxi service. It was a ring of corrupt cops in the police department that ran a high-profit racket, driving smugglers and drug dealers all over the city. For a few hundred dollars a mile, you got your very own police escort. The officers running the scam were members of the precinct that had arranged the line-up to ruin Darkwing's image.'
The police cruiser entered the turnpike to exit the airport grounds and joined the freeway. Two police officers were in the front seat with malicious grins on their faces, which seemed to grow as they noticed their increasing pay with each passing mile. What they did not noticed was a white van following closely behind them.
'After a while, somebody started asking questions and the taxi service shut down. Ever since then, Internal Affairs had been waiting to catch them in the act. And that was how it started. Megavolt came to us with the job, Liquidator provided us with the stolen hardware required, and I came through with how to do it so nobody got killed. But Darkwing? Darkwing put on the finishing touch. A little 'fuck you' from the five of us to the St. Canard Police Department.'
A meaty, imposing looking sergeant continued to drive the patrol car without noticing the van in pursuit. The patrol officer in the passenger's seat is a greasy, scrawny officer who looked in the review mirror to make eye contact with their newly acquired client.
"So, how was the flight?" the patrol officer asked.
Oscar disregarded the question as he handed the patrol officer a thick envelope that was filled with money. "Will that get me to Fourth and Feather?"
The patrol officer removed the large stack of hundred dollar bills and began to count them, a greedy gleam in his eyes. "This will get you Alaska!" he replied followed by amused laughter from the two officers. Oscar timidly kept his stare forward, gazing between the two front seats and through the windshield to the road in front of them.
The car turned down a wide, abandoned street, approaching it's destination. The white van, in response, also turned down the street and kept close behind. Oscar looking in the review mirror of the patrol car just in time to see the white van flash its high beams from behind them. He raised an eyebrow suspiciously just as a green van, as if cue, pulled up alongside and in front of the patrol car.
"Hey! Watch it!" the patrol officer shouted as the green van immediately slammed on it's breaks in front of them. The sergeant quickly put on the breaks, managing to bring the car to a stop before they could rear-end the green van. But there was a sudden jolt as the white van rear-ended them from behind. Two more vans pulled up alongside of the police car, boxing the two stunner officers and the anxious smuggler inside.
Before the two officers could react, shotgun barrels came through the opened windows, one coming to rest against firmly against the sergeant's left temple and another on the patrol officer's right temple. The patrol officer looked out of the corner of his eye and notices the driver, a stocking over his head that barely covered his extremely large bill. The tassels of the jester hat were scrunched underneath the stocking, a vain attempt to disguise Quackerjack's identity.
The green van in front of them had a missing window in the back doors. A sub-machine gun was aimed through the window, another mallard with a patch over his right eye and a stocking on his head holding the gun. The two officers shifted their eyes to one another and instantly held their hands up in the air without being asked.
Megavolt leapt out of the driver's seat of the white van with a gallon jug of gas in his hands. Like the others, he had a stocking fitted over his head, the plugs of his electric hat sticking through the fabric. Moving quickly, he leapt onto the roof of the patrol car. He moved towards the front of the car and perched over the windshield. Lifting up his free hand, the electric super villain charged his fingers with strong sparks before releasing an electric bolt at the glass windshield. The windshield instantly exploded from the pressure. The three men inside the car were forced to shield their faces from the flying shards of glass. When they removed their hands from their faces, they stared forward to see the grinning Megavolt's head staring back at them through the windshield.
"Hello!" Megavolt greeted excitedly. Then his voice suddenly took a more threatening tone and his expression transformed into a fierce glare from underneath the stocking. "Now, give me the stuff!"
The sergeant frantically looked over his shoulder at Oscar. "Give it to him!"
Oscar immediately obeyed and passed the suitcase between the front seat to Megavolt, who instantly snatched it from his hands and placed it on the roof by his feet. While the event took place, Darkwing watched from the review mirror in the driver's seat of the green van in front of the patrol car. To prevent him from being recognized, he was now clad in a dark gray sweater and a stocking covering his purple-masked face. But beneath the stocking, the hero was sweating and trembling, appalled by what he was doing. He let out a short sigh and shook his head in shame.
"Now the money!" Megavolt demanded next. There was a pause as the officer's looked at one another as if wondering what they should do. Growing impatient and knowing their time was running short, Megavolt barked again, "Give me the money, NOW!"
The patrol officer instantly handed him the envelope of money. Megavolt hastily stuffed the envelope in his yellow jumpsuit. The rodent then hopped back onto the roof of the patrol car and removed the cap from the jug of gasoline. He proceeded to quickly pour the gasoline all over the top of the car, the three passengers looking towards the ceiling at hearing the thumping of Megavolt moving around, knowing something bad was about to happen.
"This is crazy! You can't do this!" the sergeant demanded angrily. "Do you guys know who I am?? Do you know who the Hell I am?!"
A hand suddenly reached through the window and snatched the badge from the sergeant's uniform. The hand was dripping wet, identifying the Liquidator who replied snidely. "We do now, jerk-off! One hundred percent guaranteed!"
Quackerjack and Liquidator withdrew their guns from their aim on the officers' heads. On top of the car, Megavolt lighted his index finger as if it were a lighter. He spun around and aimed for the rear of the roof and fired a bolt of electricity, which instantly ignited the gasoline into a mound of flame. The villain the hopped back into the rear van that he had been driving and the four vans quickly sped away.
As soon as the vans were no longer blocking them inside, the two officers and Oscar hurriedly scampered out of the burning car before it would explode.
Later that day, the scene was swarming with fresh police cars. The sergeant and the patrol officer were busy fielding questions from a dozen other officers. Photographers were everywhere, taking pictures of the scene.
'The papers got Darkwing's anonymous call that day and were on the scene before the cops were. The sergeant and and the patrol officer were indicted three days later. Within a few weeks, fifty more cops went down with them. It was beautiful. Everybody got it right in the ass, from the chief on down.'
That evening, four villains and the hero were gathered in an abandoned garage. They were currently laughing and celebrating their recent bust on the police department while admiring the dozens of emeralds strewn about on a table. On the far side of the room, Darkwing was sitting by himself with a look of deep thought on his face.
"That ought to teach those boys in blue to mess with us!" Megavolt announced as he held up a shiny emerald to admire.
"Need to uncover the corrupt cops of St. Canard?? Call on the super villains to unveil the scumbags in uniform!"
Megavolt snickered as he set the emerald down on the table and turned to face the other three villains, a smug grin on his face. "You know what, guys? This could be the start of a beautiful friendship and partnership in crime!"
"Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo! And I say it's playtime!" Quackerjack laughed as he bounded in between the villains. "Let's plan another scheme upon the city!" he suggested. There was a short pause as the four sets of eyes shifted in Darkwing's direction, who was not looking back at them "that is after a certain crime fighter makes his exit sometime soon…"
There was another long moment of silence as Darkwing kept his back to the villains. Finally, he heaved his shoulders with a sigh. "We need to lay low for a while…ALL of us…"
"Fine with me," Megavolt answered with a careless shrug. Everyone passed glances to one another, their moment of distrust blowing over as they glanced at their prizes once again. Megavolt suddenly grinned and draped one of his arms around Draco's shoulders in a buddy-like fashion.
"To Draco! The man with the plan!" he announced. Liquidator and Quackerjack joined in with a cheer as the three of them began to mercilessly noogie the top of Draco's head, who laughed in response and desperately attempted to break free. As the four continued to celebrate their triumph, Darkwing slowly glanced over his shoulder towards them. He vainly tried to smile.