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Back in the intensive care ward of the St. Canard Hospital, Agent Bear stood in the middle of the injured FOWL agent's hospital room, which was now filled with people. There was indiscernible bickering among the various police officers, doctors, and other SHUSH agents.

"Agent Bear, this is getting out of hand!" one of the doctor's insisted, motioning to the murmuring crowd around them.

"We have to do this now in case he decides to kick the bucket and proves to be no use to us," Bear replied. A woman stepped up beside him, catching his attention. In her hands was a sketchpad and a pencil. "Are you the composite sketch artist I requested?" Bear asked. The young woman nodded in reply and took a seat on a short stool beside the FOWL agent's hospital bed..

"I've got an appointment at noon, Bear," another SHUSH agent pressed impatient.

"Agent Bear, please…!" the doctor insisted again.

"Everyone just calm down!" Bear suddenly shouted over all the voices, the room immediately falling silent. "Okay, before we get the description, I want to ask some questions and get some answers…"

Bear, along with everyone else in the hospital room, instantly gathered around the hospital bed to gaze down at the burned and battered FOWL agent. The agent stared up at them fearfully, as if gruesome images of what would happen to him in the near future were flowing through his mind.

"What happened in the harbor?" Bear finally asked in a firm, demanding tone.

The agent hesitated to contemplate answering before finally speaking in a raspy voice. "We were there to buy someone who had information for FOWL…"

Bear stared with a confused expression. "Buy someone? As in a person? What about the gun parts? Weren't you there to buy guns?"

"No, we were there to buy someone, a witness…" the agent continued insistently in his strained voice. "I don't remember who he was. He was some kind of mutant, an ex-villain." There was a long pause as the agent thought something thoroughly through before continuing. "I'll tell you everything I know. But I want a guarantee of protection. Protection from…him…"

The accompanying SHUSH agent smirked and put his hands in the air, shaking his head in disbelief. "Your witness is whacked, Bear."

"Fine. You'll have protection," Bear replied to the FOWL agent, ignoring his accomplice's snide comment.

"You MUST guarantee me protection in writing or no deal!" the agent 'shouted' in his weak voice desperately. "Or else he's going to kill me! I've seen the Devil and I've looked him in the eye."

"Alright, this is ridiculous! I'm out of here," the SHUSH agent replied.

"Wait!" Bear shouted as he grabbed the SHUSH agent by the arm to prevent him from leaving. They both looked back down at the FOWL agent with a perplexed expression before Bear asked, "You saw the Devil? Who's the Devil?"

The injured man didn't answer right away. It was as if the name was painful to say, or that even just saying the name would bring him his death. But finally, he managed to utter the name quietly. "Negaduck…He was in the harbor killing many men."

The SHUSH agent, who had been disbelieving up until this point, stared in shock. After a long beat, he looked to Bear as if to affirm what he had heard. "Did he say Negaduck? He SAW Negaduck?"

Answering for Bear, the FOWL agent painstakingly nodded his head once. "He was killing so many. I saw his face. I looked him right into his cold, evil eye. I see his face every time I close my eyes…"

Bear stared at the agent for a long moment in case he decided to change his story. "Can you tell us what he looked like…?"

The sketch artist clutched her pencil tightly in one hand and propped her sketchpad on her knee, holding it with her other hand in preparation as Bear discretely exited the hospital room.

"You expect me to believe that?" Cujo asked Draco. He raised an eyebrow from his sitting position atop the corner of the desk inside Raden's office.

"You wanted me to tell you what happened after the line-up, so I'm telling you," Draco answered calmly.

"So you really expect me to believe the plan to his the Taxi Service wasn't Darkwing's idea?" Cujo continued and let out an amused laugh. "He wanted to get even with those cops for what they did to ruin his image. But did you ever wonder WHY he would care about them trying to put a dent in his reputation? He never seemed to before….unless he had some kind of 'racket' going on behind everyone's back himself…"

Draco lifted his head to glare at Cujo in defense to his accusation of Darkwing. "It was all Megavolt and Quackerjack's idea…"

Beginning to become irritated, Cujo narrowed his eyes right back at the mallard. "Oh come on, Draco! Darkwing was an authority figure! Who else would have known about the Taxi Service scandal? That job has his name written all over it!"

"You keep trying to blame this whole thing on Darkwing. It's not like that at all!" Draco insisted, then took a breath to relax himself. "Sure, he knew about it. But he'd never would have done anything else illegal in his life. He has Morgana and that daughter of his in his life. He wouldn't dare take another risk to put his life with them in jeopardy."

"Well, let me tell you something…" Cujo said as he leaned forward and spoke to Draco in a steady voice, his eyes locked with his. "Darkwing Duck has been a mystery in St, Canard for years now. No one knows his identity, where he came from, where he gets his finances to survive, how he manages success in crime fighting, or even WHY he serves this city the way he does! Therefore, no one knows just how good or bad he is."

Draco stared back at Cujo, his eyes never faltering. He leaned forward towards the agent in response, "You've got him all wrong…"

Bear kept his eyes on him for several seconds before passing him a snide smirk. He pulled himself back to an upright sitting position and retrieved his cup of coffee from the desk to take a quick sip. "So, you said you saw Darkwing die? Well, I think you're just covering for him and he's still out there somewhere. God knows how many death-defying exploits that duck has been on during his crime fighting career and came out with barely a scratch. Why should this situation be any different? I think he had something to do with that whole situation that went down in the harbor. My bet is that he's using you because you're stupid and you think that he's your friend. You tell me he's dead? Fine. But I want to make sure he's dead before moving any further in this investigation."

"He wasn't behind anything. It was the lawyer," Draco blurted out casually as he shrugged and turned his head away to the side.

Cujo perked his head up and stared down at Draco quizzically. "What lawyer?" There was a long pause when he didn't answer. "What lawyer, Draco??"

As if trying to change the subject, Draco began to blabber with his gaze still redirected to the side. "You know, back when I was involved in that barbershop quartet in Duckburg, I remember being…"

But he as abruptly cut off as Cujo lost his patience and gave the one-eyed Mallard a rough shove in the shoulder, sending him and the chair skidding backwards a couple of inches, forcing Draco to look back at the agent. "You think I don't know you held out on the D.A.?? What did you leave out of that testimony??"

"The D.A. gave me immunity," Draco answered matter-of-factly.

"Not from ME!" Cujo corrected with a snarl. "There is no immunity from ME! And I'll see to that every criminal I put in prison, every cop who owes me a favor, every creeping scumbag that works the street for a living, will know the name of Draco Brent. You'll be the lowest sort of rat, the prince of snitches, the loudest cooing stool pigeon in the city! Now you talk to me, or that precious immunity will mean absolutely nothing to you!"

Draco hesitated for a long moment, his face fill with contempt. "There was a lawyer…. McIntyre…"

Before Cujo could reply, there was a knock at his officer door. Raden stuck his head inside as both he and Draco looked towards the door.

"Someone's here to see you, agent Cujo," Raden announced before disappearing from the door again.

Cujo's expression announced that he was taken aback, not expecting any visitors. He stood up from his sitting position on the desk and exited the office, closing the door behind him. At seeing who his visitor was, he instantly smiled in recognition towards Agent Jack Bear.

"Jack, what are you doing here?"

Bear smirked in response, "I've been looking all over for you. You still after those gun parts that walked out of that blood bath in the harbor?

"Yeah, I am," Cujo answered exasperatedly, rolling his eyes at the same time.

"Well, you can stop looking. There were no guns, gun parts, or any sort of weapons in trade on that boat," Bear informed and instantly received a confused expression from Cujo before continuing. "I've been down at the St. Canard Hospital all morning with a FOWL agent they pulled out of the harbor. He came to this morning and started talking. He was part of the group of FOWL agents sent on the mission to meet up with an ex-villain who agreed to help the agency out in exchange for a rather large sum of money. He says there were definitely no dealings of weapons involved."

"So the money was to buy this guy's services? This ex-villain?"

Bear nodded. "That's what this guy is telling us. He says not every FOWL agent who went to apprehend this informer knew about the whole thing. Only a few individuals knew what the money was for. Apparently, they were very hush-hush and sensitive about it."

The clueless expression still remained on Cujo's face. "I don't get it, Jack."

"They tell me you've got the cripple con in there that was involved," Bear continued to explain.

"Yeah?"

"Did he mentioned Negaduck?" he asked with his head tilted curiously.

Cujo paused as if waiting for the name to ring a bell in his mind. Nothing. "Who?

Bear blinked, surprise that the agent had not yet been informed. "Bear with me here…"

Moments later, the door to Raden's office burst open from behind Draco, causing him to jump an inch in his chair. Cujo stormed inside and stood in front of Draco, glaring down at him accusingly.

"Who is Negaduck??" he demanded.

Draco's eyes widened and he slammed his fists down on the chair's armrest. "Oh, fuck…!"