Well I said that I would update quickly. I don't own Darkwing Duck. Enjoy.

Chapter Eleven

Negaduck grinned at her, "I thought that you'd never get around to asking me. Where to begin? Oh well I suppose that this all begins with your father. Ever since I got to this universe there's only ever been one person who's been able to catch me – Darkwing Duck, and even then it's been mostly through luck. It's turned into a contest of sorts – sometimes he wins and throws me into prison, more often I win and escape with the loot after destroying all those delightful lives. You following this?"

"Yeah, yeah – you and Dad each trying to beat the other, him a hero, you a homicidal maniac, yeah got it thanks. What else have you got to say?"

"Of course Dipwing wasn't always alone, very often he had his simpleton sidekick Launchpad with him and occasionally there was – you. Do you know how many times you've slipped up and called him Dad whilst he was in costume? I'm surprised no one else has managed to work out the connection between Drake and Darkwing. And how many times has Launchpad been seen around Drake and Darkwing. It'd only take one smooth talking reporter to talk to Launchpad and his secret identity would go up in smoke. I'm not sure who has the least amount of brains."

"Hey, Launchpad has brains!"

"Sure he does. If he had one more brain cell it'd be lonely. Don't get me off topic kid – as I was saying, there was you. Always wanting to help, it was obvious you weren't going to be content to sit at home in the shadows. You were going to want to follow in your father's footsteps. And I was right. You turned into the Quiverwing Quack and MANAGED TO STOP ME FROM TURNING ST CANARD INTO TOAST."

"Do you expect me to apologise?"

"Well it was an annoyance but you were doing your job – so I did mine. After I escaped from jail I started preparing immediately. Do you remember that time three years ago?"

"You mean when you kidnapped me?"

"Bingo. There was only ever one purpose to that and it lies somewhere under your skin – a completely untraceable homing device that can only be tracked by one computer – mine. I've known your every movement since then."

Gosalyn could only stare at him. There wasn't a time in three years when he hadn't been able to track her at the press of a button. All of the S.H.U.S.H satellite bases she'd visited with Darkwing Negaduck had knowledge of. At least five of them had since been destroyed by person or persons unknown. Well now she knew who the person was and she swallowed down the bile that rose as she realised that if it wasn't for her those buildings would still be standing and hundreds of people would still be alive.

"Those S.H.U.S.H. bases, those were you."

"Those were me," he repeated. "You've been most helpful to me even though you didn't know it, more helpful than the Fearsome Five even. But that's not why I inserted the tracker in you and I daresay you're wondering why I would bother to follow you in person and risk detection when I could track your movements in comfort from my own home."

"The thought had crossed my mind."

"I've been your guardian angel my dear. Plenty of villains – Tuskernini, Moliarty, Ammonia Pine and even my own Fearsome Five had noticed you hanging around with Sleeping Ego here a few times. But Steelbeak was the first to figure out it was not just coincidence. He found you a tough nut to crack didn't he Gosalyn? I bet you still have the scars. You must have been so glad to see your father but if it wasn't for me you would be roast duck."

"What do you mean 'if it wasn't for you'? It was my dad who saved me."

"But he wouldn't have done if I hadn't sent him the whereabouts and plans of the building that you were being kept in. Plus I helped to take down half the guards. He didn't know it was me of course; he thought it was just because that he was a genius that he managed to hack into the F.O.W.L computers.

"But ever since that incident I've realised that you've needed a closer watch on you – I couldn't risk you dying before you grew up to take your place as Dipwing's partner. You're going to be an even better crime fighter than he is now and the only one I want to pit my superior intellect against."

"You mean that the only reason you've been following me is that you don't want anyone to kill me before you have a chance to do so yourself?"

"In a nutshell."

"You're right Negaduck; I am going to be a better crime fighter than my Dad when I'm older. Though it'll be a real shame that you won't be able to see much of it, what with you being in prison and all. I really should be going now though. It was lovely talking to you; let's not do lunch anytime soon." She walked over to Darkwing and hoisted him up onto her shoulder.

"What, you're just going to leave me here tied up?"

"You got it, putting your 'superior intellect' to good use I see. Oh, and we stripped you of all your weapons," she pulled out a list from her pocket, laying Darkwing back down as she did so. "Let me see, items: two wrist knives, three throwing knives, one chainsaw, one flame thrower, one crossbow, thank you very much by the way – it should come in useful sometime, one bazooka, two shotguns, two automatic pistols, twenty grenades, one attack squid and a rubber chicken. The rest I can understand but a rubber chicken?"

He shrugged as much as he could whilst bound to a flagpole. "It was a present from Quackerjack when I got back my position as Public Enemy #1. I figured I'd put a brick in it."

"Well Launchpad took everything, save the rubber chicken, in the Heliquack," she pressed a button on her belt. "He should be here in five minutes. Oh we took off your cufflinks; onyx chainsaws? Very cute."

"I'm glad you liked them," he snarled, "you thought of everything didn't you?"

"Pretty much," she agreed, "and I bet that we still missed something, now I just have one last question." She placed an un-modified arrow in her bow and pulled back the string whilst aiming at Negaduck's throat. "How long does this homing device last?"

"Another six months give or take. Unless you manage to find it and take it out first. Which I doubt." The whir of the Heliquack could be heard over his words.

"Right, well if you are going to follow me in the future, could you please let me know? Though I would appreciate it if you would refrain from following me in the future."

"Are you sure that Daddy would allow that?"

"I'll square it with him," she had to shout now as the Heliquack came into sight. It hovered over the roof and a stretcher was let down from it. She slowly relaxed the string before putting the arrow back in her quiver. She walked over to Darkwing and rolled him into the stretcher, making sure the straps were secure she gave two tugs on the rope. Whilst Darkwing was being hoisted into the aircraft she slipped the harness that had been sent down for her over her head. Again she gave a couple of tugs on the rope and within five minutes she was in the cockpit with Launchpad explaining the situation to him whilst he flew themselves back to the Tower leaving Negaduck on the roof.

Five minutes later he was free. Ten minutes later he was hailing a taxi before snapping the driver's neck and pushing him out into the road. Twenty-three minutes after that he ditched the vehicle and walked into the building that housed his penthouse suite. After taking a shower he crawled into his bed, which had his face printed on the covers, and fell asleep.

I don't own the film 'Mission Impossible Two' though it came in very handy. The tracker that Negaduck has implanted underneath Gosalyn's arm comes from that film though I have no idea how long it is supposed to last so I used a time frame to suit my own purposes. We're getting near the end now though there is at least one more chapter to come. Please review as I enjoy reading your comments. There are a lot of Darkwing and Negaduck fans out there and I'm pleased that I haven't managed to offend any of you so far.