Chapter Two
"Gos, I don't think this is such a good idea," Launchpad said from up on the elevated landing in Darkwing Tower.
Gosalyn was down below, behind a dressing screen. Honker stood beside Launchpad.
"I agree, Gosalyn," he called down to her. "Think of your dad."
"I am. That's why I'm doing this," she replied, stepping out from behind the screen. She was dressed in a purple and green robin hood-like outfit.
"Gosalyn--" Honker began, but Gosalyn held up her hand.
"No, don't call me that while I'm in this outfit. You'll give away my identity. I am Quiverwing Quack!" she said. She walked over to the ladder and ascended onto the landing.
"Q.W., how's this going to help find D.W.?" Launchpad asked, scratching his head.
"When we get a lead on where Darkwing is, I'm going to go rescue him!"
The large monitor behind the three of them suddenly gave off a loud beeping noise. Quiverwing approached it and pressed the "receive message" button. Instantly, the image of J. Gander Hooter appeared on the screen.
"Darkwing--" he began. He stopped, surveying the trio that stood before him. "Where's Darkwing?"
"That's what we want to know, sir," Quiverwing said.
"What do you mean? Hasn't he come back?" Hooter asked.
"No. He was on a mission for you. Did he complete it?"
Launchpad and Honker had silently agreed to just let Quiverwing handle this.
"Yes. He brought the offenders to me and then left. I assumed he was going home--or wherever it is that he goes."
J. Gander shrugged. Quiverwing nodded.
"So, if you thought he was here, you must've had a mission for him. I'm his replacement, Quiverwing Quack. I'll take the job," she said, placing her hands on her hips.
J. Gander eyed her dubiously. After a few moments, he sighed.
"Very well. After all, this must be dealt with..."
His face faded from the screen and was replaced by random images of different banks and jewelry stores. In all of the images, the same phenomenon was taking place. A bright light would cover the building, the wind would pick up, and then it would stop. Upon closer inspection, everything of value would be gone. The images stopped, and Hooter appeared again.
"You see, Quiverwing, it's obvious that this is more than just some common criminal. You must stop this," he said.
"Perhaps this has something to do with Darkwing's disappearance," Quiverwing nodded.
"Perhaps. I will fax you a list of those banks and other such places this thief hasn't hit yet. Good luck--uh--what was your name again?"
"Quiverwing. Quiverwing Quack,"--and she shut off the monitor.
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Negaduck sat in a comfortable green recliner in the warehouse that was his current hideout. He had the mysterious letter in his hand.
"Humph, so I have to find that Dipwing Dork, huh? Well, that ought to be easy enough."
Negaduck stood and straightened his cape.
"Some good ol' fashion destruction should do the trick," he said as he hopped on his newly repaired bike and sped away into St. Canard.