Tarurus Bulba was having a hard day even though he had some of his other goons kill Frank and Jessie Bovine before Hopper could talk to them. He was getting too old for this. He had thought the hot shower would help, but he was just too weary from all the phone calls, the legwork, the deals and arguments. That was the problem when you lose your number-two man. He had to reshuffle the whole organization.

Bulba turned off the water and grabbed a towel. Too bad about Michael, but he knew as well as anybody what happened when you stepped out of line. Tarurus Bulba hadn't gotten where he was today by being a nice guy.

He heard the elevator door open in the next room and someone settle with a sigh into one of the overstuffed chairs. It was Clovis, back from her daily shopping spree. "That you, Clovis Darling?" Bulba called romanticly. She didn't answer him because she was probably too busy looking over what she had bought. Bulba wrapped the big towel around his waist and grabbed a smaller one to dry his hair and horns as he walked into the room.

Clovis wasn't in her usual chair. Bulba looked around the room. He could just make the silhouette. There was someone sitting behind his desk, someone wearing a black Zorro-style mask, a red fedora, orange coat with a pair of black buttons and a black cape with a red innard. It didn't look like Clovis, but more like...

"Darkwing Duck!" said Bulba angerly. The figure stood up slowly. "It's me," answered the figure dryly. "Bulba, I have come back."

Bulba recognized that voice. "Michael, you're alive?" he asked in fearful tone. Michael just nodded and stood right where he was with a smile on his face. Bulba decided it was time to cover his tracks. "thank God you're alive," he said with all the sincerity he could muster. "I heard you had-"

"Fallen to my death?" Michael interrupted caustically. "Is that that what you heard?" he said pulling out a gun from his coat. "You set me up! Over a woman. What a crazy thing to do to an old friend."

No, Michael. Thought Bulba. I'm not the crazy one around here. He could feel his heart beating, much too fast. This kind of excitement wasn't good for him. He edged casually around the corner of his desk. If he could only reach for his desk drawer that held a gun...

"Don't bother," Michael remarked calmly but evilly. "Your life wont be worth shit!" Bulba shouted in an angry tone. "I have been dead once already," Michael replied matter-of-factly. "It's vary liberating. You have to think of it as therapy." he said raising his gun so that it was pointing at Bulba's heart. Bulba could not let this happen. Michael had to listen to reason. Bulba had gotten out of things worse then this. "Michael, let's work this out peacefully." begged Bulba. The gun did not move.

"Michael? Michael's dead, my friend. You can call me Negaduck." said Negaduck coolly, as Bulba's jaw dropped out of shock. "As you can see," replied Negaduck evilly. "I'm a whole lot happier." he chuckled. Bulba knew it was his only chance to live if he could get his gun from the desk drawer. The chuckle turned to psychopathic laughter as Bulba lunged for the desk drawer. Negaduck just fired his gun six times, each bullet struck Bulba in the chest. "What a day!" he laughed as Bulba fell to the floor dead.

Later that night Negaduck was sitting in Bulba's chair looking at the moon filled sky and the city of St. Canard. The city that he was planing to take over, but he saw a news paper with some blood stains on the desk. "Darkwing Duck, protector of the people!" growled Negaduck as he whipped some blood off the paper. He knew that Darkwing was the only one who could stand up to him and that some of the people supported him, like Morgana McCawber. "Wait till they get aloud of me." he laughed evilly.

The next day Morgana McCawber was driving to work when she saw Darkwing Duck fly overhead and go into an alley. This is my chance to talk to him.She thought to herself as she pulled over, but when in the alley she only saw Drake Mallard and his daughter Gosalyn walking deeper into the alley. "Dad, why did you tell me to meet you here and where are we going?" asked Gosalyn in a concerned tone as they walked through the dark alley. Drake didn't say a thing as he lead her to an old movie theater that was closed for a long time. Morgana saw Drake take two roses out of his coat an lay them on the ground sadly.

Drake took his daughter by the hand lovingly. "Come on, Gosalyn," he said with a tear running down his cheek. "We don't want to miss lunch." he added as he lead her out of the alley.

Morgana walked up to the roses and looked at them as if to trying to solve a puzzle that couldn't be solved without getting the right clues. This did in fact puzzle her greatly. I see no sign of Darkwind Duck and now this man takes his daughter and leaves flowers lying in a alley. What dose it mean?She thoughtheading back to her car.

Meanwhile Drake and Gosalyn were at a bugger house about ready to chow down when Morgana walked up to them and sat down at their table. "I'm Morgana McCawber. I would like to ask you a fewquestions about Darkwing Duck if you don't mind?" she asked placing a tape recorder on the table between her and the Mallards. Drake was not sure what to say, but he just went along with her. "I don't mind at all." he said shyly. "Some people think that Darkwing is nothing but trouble, but I think he's a great hero. What do you think, Morgana?" he asked.

"What do I think?" she asked lifting an eye brow to his question. "I think he is such a handsome crime fighter. He may be known as a no good rat, but I see him as a defender of the city." Morgana said with a smile and she let a dreamy sigh.

Drake answered all of Morgana's questions. "Thank you Mr.?" she said as she got up from the table to let them eat. "Drake Mallard and this is my daughter Gosalyn." he pointed out as he took a bite out of a bugger. When Morgana left Drake started think about her. If only she knew that I was Darkwing Duck, she would be on me like stink on rice.