Louie and Goldie split up, as to avoid getting caught together. They each did different tactics. Louie tries to outrun and hide from them. He uses his small size to fit in areas most adults couldn't. He was rather scared. Given these same people had kidnapped and tried to kill his mom and Webby, what would they do to him and Goldie? He had to get off. NOW! But he couldn't leave Goldie. He just couldn't.
Goldie, meanwhile, plays rather dirty, making stuff fall onto her pursuers, but also regularly loses them. She enjoys giving them the runaround. She causes enough havoc for focus to be on her. After some time, Goldie seemed she was in the clear. Just a little further, and she'd be home free. She hoped Louie had gotten away. After all, he was one of Scrooge McDuck's family. He'd be fine! She was about to reach the cargo bay when...
"Hold it lady! Give up! Now! Or else!" The voice of the Toppat Goldie had pissed off yells from behind her.
Goldie rolled her eyes. They seriously thought they could order her around? She was Goldie O'Gilt! She took orders from no one. "Look buddy, you all haven't been able to catch me for the past twenty minutes, and your threats are meaningless. What could possibly make me listen no-" As she turns around to face him, her smug look dropped to one of horror, at the sight she saw. Held in the grip of that one Toppat, bound and gagged, was Louie, who looked terrified. "S-sharpie!?"
"Hand back everything you stole," As the Toppat puts his pistol to the side of a trembling Louie's head, scaring the duckling even more, "or the kid gets it."
"Let him go! He's just a kid!"
"Not just a kid. A kid you seem to care about..."
"I, uh, I don't care about him that much." Goldie tries to bluff.
"Oh really? Then why'd you kick me back at the museum just to protect him?" Revealing who he is, Goldie is stunned.
"Wait, you're the guy from there!?"
"Yeah, and after getting kicked in the chest, and a solid gold relic dropped on my foot, I'm done playing games."
"L-look, he, uh, he just reminds me of my grandson is all. I, I don't have any real attachment to him!"
"Oh really? Then I guess you wouldn't mind if I paint the walls with the brat's brains now would you?" As he puts his finger on the trigger and holds Louie tighter.
Louie has tears streaming down his face, begs Goldie to help him. He is scared, terrified. He doesn't want to die. He whimpers pathetically into his gag, trembling from fear. Goldie wouldn't let him die. Would she? "{Aunt Goldie... Please... I don't wanna die!}"
"Wait! Wait! I-if you kill him, uh, then you have nothing to use against me!"
"I thought you said you didn't really care about him?" The Toppat points out the contradiction.
"Uh, well, um, shit!" She stumbles. She could flee, but Louie would be killed. She could try to rush them, but there'd be no time before the trigger was pulled. "M-maybe was can come to an agreement, huh?"
"Yeah, here's one. Give us back our shit, and we let you leave with your kid's brains intact!" He orders.
Goldie was stuck. She wanted this treasure, but couldn't let Louie die. She had guns trained on her, a hostage situation, and time running out. She saw the Toppat start to pull the trigger, Louie bracing and clenching his eyes shut. She had to make a choice.
"Stop! Please! I'll give you your stuff back! Just please, don't hurt the kid!" She begs, on the verge of shedding tears.
The Toppat eases off the trigger, but keeps his finger on. "Put everything on the floor, then keep your hands where we can see them and back away, slowly..."
Goldie complies. She empties all the valuables she had taken from the clan onto the floor, before putting her hands up and slowly backing away from it all.
The Toppats approach, a couple having guns trained on Goldie, the main one still having his pointed at Louie's head, while another counts everything. After a bit, the counter nods, at which the main one removes his pistol from Louie's head and tosses him at Goldie.
Goldie catches him, holding him close, removing his gag. "Sharpie, are you alright?!" She asks concerned.
"Y-yes, Aunt Goldie..." Louie says tearfully, shivering as she unties him, still shaken.
"Now, both of you, get the hell off our ship..." The main Toppat aims his pistol at them. "Now. Men, make sure they do..." As a couple of armed Toppats escort them to a boat to take them to shore.
Goldie carries Louie the entire time, comforting and consoling the scared duckling. "Shh, easy kid, it's alright, you're safe now..." As she rubs his head, holding him close. Goldie felt guilty as she looked down at him. They never should have split up. It almost got him killed. Her Sharpie! Not only would Scrooge never forgive her, she'd never forgive herself. She really did care about him, even if it broke her 'no attachments' rule.
Louie holds onto her tight, sobbing into her vest, still shaking. He just wanted to go home now. He had nearly died! And all for some stupid gold relics. He should have never tried to continue after the original plan failed.
It isn't long before they got to shore and told to be on their way. Goldie carried Louie all the way home, and to his room through the window, of course making sure it was clear so she wouldn't be spotted. She comforts him until he has calmed down, before placing him in his bed and tucking him in, running her fingers through his head feathers once more, before sneaking out, and leaving.
On the ship.
"Threatening to kill a child, to force compliance..." Boone says with disapproval.
"Sir, I can assure you, I had no intention of harming the kid." The Toppat who held Louie hostage tries to assure.
"If I believed that you wouldn't be here." Boone puts bluntly.
"We do it all the time in heists. We keep people compliant using weapons, but never actually harm them. I knew what I was doing."
"You see, there is a difference between waving a gun around to keep people complicit, and holding a gun to a kid's head, finger on the trigger, threatening to blow his brains out."
"Sir, I told you. The weapon was not loaded. There was never any risk. I did what I felt needed to be done to ensure the rules were followed, and we got our stuff back."
"Except that kid is likely scarred emotionally. You scared him half to death! I told you, we don't do evil. What you did was evil."
The Toppat sighs. "Fine, maybe I went a bit too far. Okay? I fucked up, but that bitch had it coming! I just used her weakness against her. It just so happens that weakness was the attachment she had with that kid."
"What worries me, is that starting off like that will lead to worse stuff." Boone stands up. "You did not hurt, or even plan to hurt, the kid. I acknowledge that. But what happens if you lose control? Hmm? What if next time you go too far?"
"Sir, look, I-"
"Enough..." Boone sighs. "You are lucky you aren't like the last guy and that we are rebuilding. I'm letting you off with a relatively light punishment for a severe rule breech, alright? Report to Cross tomorrow morning at 8:00. Do not be late. You are dismissed."
The Toppat salutes. "Yes sir." He then exits the room, being led out, at least relieved he won't be killed.
Boone looks at one of the smaller relics, holding it in a hand. "That poor kid. Thinking he was going to die. All for some shiny relic." Boone sighs, puts it on his desk. "But at least I know something more about O'Gilt I didn't before." He smiles with a chuckle. "She has a soft side, one that isn't for gold."