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Chapter Four
"So, let me get this straight," Negaduck began as he leaned back in his seat with his feet propped up on the ThunderQuack's dashboard. He was now the one in the front passenger seat. He had refused, point-blank, to sit in the back, "you dolts have absolutely where my loo--uh! I mean--Darkwing is?!"
They were once again soaring over the city. Launchpad had once again--Quiverwing could never figure out how he did it--managed to take off from the ThunderQuack's previous beak-in-ground position. Even more surprisingly it seemed undamaged, and now they were flying off to the college's campus.
Quiverwing crossed her arms in front of her chest and glared at Negaduck from behind his seat.
"No, we don't. We haven't had any clue in the slightest given to us. We're pretty much relying on the note you gave us," she growled.
Negaduck turned in his seat, and when he saw the glare in her eye, he laughed.
"Think you're little miss tough, eh?" he said, tugging her hat down in front of her eyes. Both Launchpad and Honker gulped.
Quiverwing knew about Negaduck's temper--knew it from various news reports, her father, and a few run-ins with him herself as Gosalyn--but Negaduck did not know about hers. Odds are he thought her an innocent little girl playing dress up. He didn't know that Quiverwing's temper could match his. The other two people in this aircraft--the two not busy glaring at one another--both decided they really didn't want to be anywhere near Negaduck and Quiverwing when they discovered each other's temper. Especially not in the close confines of the ThunderQuack.
"Uh…Honk-Man, is that the college down there?" Launchpad asked, breaking the deadly silence that had descended and pointing at a complex of a buildings.
"Yeah, that's it. Land us quietly," Honker replied.
"But I thought you said it was open all the time and to anyone, Honk," Quiverwing said, taking her eyes off Negaduck to look out the window.
"Yeah,"--was all Negaduck said as he followed suit.
"Yes, it is, but it's close to the time that they take their final exams. We don't want to disturb their studying," Honker said matter-of-factly.
Both Quiverwing and Negaduck stared at him in disbelieve.
"All right, folks, hold on!" Launchpad announced.
Quiverwing and Honker grabbed a hold of the handles specially added by Darkwing for Launchpad's landings. Negaduck looked at them and laughed.
"Wimps!" he muttered, followed closely by, "Whoa! Whoa!"
Launchpad had begun his descent. His all famous spiral-down, landing the ThunderQuack in a beak-in-ground position again. They had to peal Negaduck off the windshield.
"And they call me a maniac!" he yelled as they set him on the ground outside. "Where did you get your pilot's license, a cereal box?!"
"Chill out," Quiverwing said, hopping down beside the Mallard Menace.
Negaduck growled in reply. Honker and Launchpad joined them on the ground. They, then, proceeded to the laboratory.
"Wow," muttered Launchpad as they entered.
It was a large, white room, filled with vials. These, in turn, were each filled with a strange differently colored liquid.
"Whoa," Quiverwing said.
"I could make some mean little weapons out of this stuff," Negaduck muttered, rubbing his hands together.
The other three looked at him suspiciously.
"But I won't," he said simply.
"So what do we do first, Honker?" Quiverwing asked.
"No offense, but "we" do nothing. "You" hand "me" the note, and I analyze it," Honker replied.
"Fine. Here," Quiverwing said as she complied.
Honker then took his place at one of the lab tables.
"So, what do we do as you work, kid?" Negaduck asked.
"Sit tight. Science takes time," Honker replied.
Launchpad went over to look at all the differently labeled jars of dead creatures, while Quiverwing and Negaduck decided to put their differences aside for once to play a friendly game of "rock, paper, scissors."