Scrooge walked to a secluded part of the boardwalk, where no one else was, save for a single shady looking individual. That had to be him, and it was 9:00 exact. He walks up, not thrilled at doing this, but didn't really have a choice. Before Scrooge can even ask, the figure holds out a hand, demanding the briefcase. Scrooge hands it over, the figure promptly opening it and counting the money at a rather quick rate. After a bit, the figure looks at Scrooge, nods, and calls someone.
"Yes... He delivered... All of it... Understood... Out." As he just as quickly hangs up, has Scrooge follow him to a black SUV, and both get in.
The silence is rather unnerving to Scrooge. However, he figures asking questions may not be a good idea. They drive for a while, about an hour, seemingly heading to the outskirts of town, to an old abandoned factory. Once there, Scrooge is let out, and escorted inside to a room by one of the kidnappers. When the door is opened, he sees Della, bound and gagged, kneeling on the floor.
"Hmm?!" Della's eyes go wide when she sees Scrooge, who rushes over to her, hugging her and removing her gag. "Uncle Scrooge! You came for me!"
"Della. Lass. Are you alright?" He asks tearfully.
"I'm fine. Especially now." She smiles at her uncle as he smiles back.
He starts to untie her. "Come on, let's get you home..."
"Yeah, about that..." As the kidnapper leader steps forward, a sly smirk under his ski mask. "You two aren't going anywhere..."
"What?! We had a deal! I paid the ransom now let my niece and I go!" Scrooge snaps.
"Oh, this was never about the money, McDuck. You see, if you and or your family are killed, your murderers would be the most wanted people in the world. I plan to use that to my advantage, for revenge."
"You, you worthless rat! This was a setup!" Della snarls.
"Look, if you want ta' kill me, fine, but let my niece go!" Scrooge argues to Della's shock.
"Uncle Scrooge!?"
"Lass, I won't lose you again, no matter what. If it means saving you, I'll gladly give my life..." He says to her tearfully.
"As sweet as that is, I'm afraid no. The more McDucks that are killed, the more the killers are wanted. So, we will not be letting her live." The kidnapper leader signals to one of them, the one who guarded Della, who steps forward with an automatic carbine. "Now, kill them."
The young kidnapper aims it at them, shaking some. This was wrong, and he knew it. He sees as Scrooge uses himself to try and shield Della. The look of concern for his niece. The hatred for the kidnappers breaking their promise. And specifically at the one to kill them: him. He took a breath, and pulled the trigger.
Scrooge and Della shut their eyes, bracing for it... But nothing happened. They open their eyes and are surprised find they are alive and unharmed, every single round having hit around them. They see their 'executioner' drop the carbine and to his knees, removing his ski mask, revealing a tear soaked, remorseful face, pleading for forgiveness. They then realize the nervous look on practically every other kidnapper's face. Had, had they not agreed to the killing?
Then, there is a gunshot, and a thud, as the 'executioner' drops forward to the ground, a hole in his back. Scrooge and Della are horrified by this, seeing the leader's right hand holding a smoking gun.
"Never trust a lackey to do a right hand's job. Right hand man? Kill them..." The leader orders as the right hand steps forward and aims his gun at Della and Scrooge.
The two brace yet again, when...
"Hi-yah!" A small voice calls out as the right hand is hit in the side of the head by a pink blur, knocking him square to the ground. The source lands in front of Scrooge and Della, the two shocked.
"Webby!?" Scrooge and Della call out confused.
Before they can be answered, several other kidnappers yelp and grunt out as they are taken out, by either a red blur beating them up, or blue balls of energy hitting them, as five more figures then burst into the room, facing the kidnappers, standing in front of Scrooge and Della.
"Stay away from out mom and Uncle Scrooge!" A blue-clad duckling yells, in a fighting stance
"Yeah!" Two ducklings, one in red the other in green, yell out, also ready to fight.
"Yeah! Stay away from Mr McDuck and his family!" An older duckling in a grey striped shirt, floating off the ground while surrounded in blue energy, shouts. Beside her, a purple hummingbird stands, also ready to fight.
"K-kids!?" Scrooge and Della shout out at seeing Huey, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Lena, and Violet there.
"Mom!" The triplets run to their still bound mom and hug her, glad she is safe. "Are you alright? Did they hurt you?!" Dewey asks as he and his brothers work to free Della, the girls standing between the kidnappers and the McDucks.
"I-I'm fine boys, but, how did you find us!?" Della says surprised.
"Lena used your magical aura or whatever from your old scarf to find you. Good thing we came when we did!" Louie says.
"So, Uncle Scrooge, want me to beat these punks to a pulp then have Lena send them to the shadow realm?" Webby says, palming her fist.
The kidnapper leader just laughs amused. "Well, wasn't expecting this, but, the more to die, the better..." As he picks up a dropped rifle and aims it at the eight. "I think I'll start by killing the color coded brats in front of their mother..." He says with a sadistic grin.
"Don't you touch my boys!" Della snaps enraged.
They all sweat nervously, as the kidnapper leader is about to pull the trigger, when...
"That is enough!" A voice familiar to almost all shouts from behind the kidnappers, all looking to see, surprised by who said it, including the kidnapper.