Chapter 2: Letter from a Duck

The next day at breakfast the Ducks were once again sitting at their usual table in the cafeteria for breakfast.

"Hey dude, what you reading?" Portman asked as he sat down next to his best friend who appeared to be reading some paper.

"A letter" Fulton answered simply, not taking his eyes off of the letter in front of him before he finishes it and folds it and puts it into his front vest pocket.

"Really, from who?" Russ asked who was sitting next to Averman.

"Frankie" Fulton said as he smiled before taking a bite of his food.

-Frankie?- Portman asks in confusion. He had no idea who this Frankie person was and he couldn't recall Fulton ever mentioning anyone by that name.

Although, now that he thought about it, he did recall seeing Fulton wear a pair of dog-like army tags around his neck with the name 'Frankie' on it when he first met him during the time they played as Team USA.

At that point, Portman had to wonder about his new teammate and wondering why he would be wearing something that had a guys name on it. He didn't get to ask about it thou because at the time Couch Bombay had turned into what the Ducks had called him 'Caption Blood'.

"Frankie!" a few of the Ducks yelled out in either disbelief or shock.

"No way, how is Frankie? I mean it's been years since we last saw-"Charlie started, but as imminently cut off by Connie.

"Does Frankie know about Hans?" Connie asked as all the Ducks got sad looks on their faces. It had been exactly one year after their friend and mentor Hans died, the man who taught the Ducks how to fly.

Fulton let out a heavy sigh and nodded. "Yeah, Frankie knows, but hasn't been to see him yet, been depressed about not seeing him" Fulton continued as the Ducks nodded.

"Uh, I don't mean to interrupt" Julie says as she and some of the rest of the Ducks look around in confusion, at least the new Ducks.

"Who is Frankie?" Julie asks, voicing the other Ducks question.

"Frankie's one of the original D-5 Ducks" Charlie said, being the first one to overcome the shock.

"Not only that, but Frankie is the one that taught Fulton how to do his slap shot, of course Frankie's slap shot is a lot more powerful" Adam said, picking up where Charlie left off.

Averman let out a small laugh, "Yeah, what's also funny is that Portman is Frankie's replacement. To bad champ, you're a replacement" Averman said, but immediately stopped laughing at seeing the glare and threaten look from Portman.

"What do you mean a replacement?" Portman asked as he glared at Averman before looking at Charlie.

"Well, Frankie not only a more powerful slap shot then Fulton, but was also an enforcer, damn good one too. I mean you should have seen how Fulton and Frankie took down the other teams, it was like playing Iceland all over again" Charlie said as the Ducks winced at remembering how brutal the game with Iceland was.

"Well, if this Frankie person is so good, where is he?" Russ asked as the D-5 Ducks who shrugged, besides Fulton.

"Tell you the truth, we don't know" Adam said as the Ducks turned and looked at Fulton.

"Where was Frankie? How come Frankie wasn't on Team USA with us or here last year and what's the letter about?" Guy said, asking all the questions the D-5 Ducks were thinking.

Fulton became silent for several moments, "Frankie's going to be coming to Eden Hall" he said as he smiled, seemingly ignoring the first few question.

"No way, awesome!" yelled the D-5 Ducks. "When?" Adam asked.

"About a week, maybe two" Fulton answered as he got up and walked away to a trash can and dumped his remaining food before leaving without another word.

"I can't believe it, Frankie's coming back" Connie said happily as the D-5 Ducks nodded.

As the Ducks gather up their things to head to class they all seem to realize several minutes later that Fulton had avoid answering their questions.

The question on where Frankie has been and why Frankie wasn't on the team when they played as Team USA, why wasn't Frankie here with them last year, and more importantly, why wasn't Frankie here with them now.


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