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Chapter 10

They had had to wait for the cover of the night. It was time that Darkwing hated to waste, but it had been necessary. He had filled the hours between the establishment of Honker’s plan and his current position with various, nerve-wrecking things.

Watching Morgana and Gosalyn worsen had been the most horrible of all. Both were slipping in and out of consciousness with Morgana’s power moving almost entirely out of her grasp—and with it, her life—and Gosalyn’s wheezing worsening. Both were barely able to speak.

Darkwing had also spent some time preparing for the task currently at hand and watching the news. In all honesty, he probably should not have watched the news. The more Negaduck taunted him and destroyed St. Canard, the more Honker and NegaGosalyn had had to stop him from going after him. Negaduck was making it a point to snatch the camera’s personal attention every half hour and give a message directly to Darkwing. This only served to make Darkwing resolute in Honker’s plan…no matter how unhappy or uneasy it made him.

Now, he stood across the street, in a darkened alleyway, from a multi-story, abandoned apartment building. The brick was dingy and dirty, and the windows, for the most part, were boarded over. But on the top floor, a flash of light would shine through the cracks every so often. Darkwing nodded. Megavolt’s hide-out.

“When do you think he’ll leave?” NegaGosalyn whispered from Darkwing’s right.

She peeked around the Mighty Masked Mallard’s cape and her little brow furrowed. Darkwing glanced down to his other side, where Honker stood. He groaned and shook his head.

“You two shouldn’t have come,” Darkwing scolded them. “It’s too dangerous.”

“It was my idea to steal the Tronsplitter,” Honker said matter-of-factly. “This gives me a reason to be here.”

“And you can always use a little extra help in a tough time,” NegaGosalyn smiled.

Darkwing opened his beak to argue further, but paused. He knew it was no use. They weren’t going back to Macawber Manor…they didn’t like seeing Morgana and Gosalyn in so much pain. They were here to get away from hurt every bit as much as help him. He rolled his eyes.

“Okay, but you listen to me. If I give an order, you follow. No questions, got it?” he said, in his most dad-like voice.

They both nodded.

“And when we get in there, you two stay clear until you can get to the Tronsplitter with no problem, got it? And then you get it and get out. Come back here to the alleyway, to the Ratcatcher. Understand?”

Again, two more nods. Darkwing himself nodded once and turned his attention back to the former apartment building. The sparks of light had stopped coming from the top room. Darkwing turned to his two companions.

“I’m using my gas gun to get to the top…Honker, in the glove compartment is a spare gas gun with a grappling hook. When you see me wave you in from the window, follow me up the same way. Do you know how to use one?”

Darkwing had pulled out his gas gun and inserted the grappling hook. He held it in front of the two children for inspection. Honker arched a brow.

“Sir, I’m not even in high school, and I can do calculus. I think I can work a grappling hook,” he said.

NegaGosalyn giggled and Darkwing scratched the back of his head.

“Yeah, I guess you would, wouldn’t you?” he laughed nervously. However, all humor was gone from his voice when he added, “Okay. I’m going over. Do not follow until I signal.”

With that, he tossed down a pellet of smoke, leaving the two children coughing. He couldn’t help but chuckle a little at that as he appeared on the other side of the road, his grappling hook already shot and reeling him upwards without a sound.

The room was pitch-black inside, judging by a sizable opening in the boards. Using his various trainings, Darkwing was able to easily dispatch with the boards and slip inside, just as soundlessly.

A small cloud of dust rose up around his webbed feet as he tiptoed along the floorboards. Darkwing cast his eyes about, trying to force them to adjust to the darkness. There was no way of knowing how long Megavolt would be gone.

After confirming that all was well for the moment, he made his way back to the window and signaled the kids over. He saw Honker nod, taking NegaGosalyn by the hand, and dash across the street. He waited for a moment longer, until he heard the grappling hook make contact and grasp a bit of the building above him. Then, he turned his attention back to the room, searching for the Tronsplitter.

He hated this, being reduced to a common thief. But desperate times and all that…he would do anything to make his girls better. Which, he thought with an arched brow, how exactly was stealing the Tronsplitter going to help him do that? Honker had not explained that part. He turned to the window, where the pair of children was just arriving outside.

“Honk-man, explain something to me,” Darkwing whispered.

“Uh-huh,” Honker muttered back. “What?”

“Your plan. How’s this Tronsplitter going to help?”

Honker rolled his eyes, daring to glance downward—with NegaGosalyn currently swinging and gripping around his neck tightly. However, he turned his attention back to Darkwing and explained anyway.

“When Megavolt hit you with the Tronsplitter the first time…that was when the first tear between the dimensions was created. When the two of you were reunited, he was, presumably, sent back. Then he discovered, on his own and without any memory, the tear and crossed over…becoming the Negaduck we know now. Of course, this is all just an educated guess. I propose that we combine the two Morganas…sending the other one back to her dimension and, hopefully, restoring the powers to the original.”

Darkwing’s eyes widened. “That’s a great plan, Honker.”

The boy nodded. “Now…can we come in?”

Darkwing opened his beak to answer, when he was blinded by the sudden appearance of light. He whirled, his gas gun ready, towards the door of the room. There, standing in the doorway with one hand still resting on the doorknob, was Megavolt.

“May I help you?” he drawled sarcastically.

Darkwing relaxed his poise ever so slightly and took a single step forward.

“I don’t suppose you’d buy that we were here to offer you a time-share?” the Masked Mallard asked.

Megavolt shook his head. “Nope. And I haven’t committed any crimes…yet. So, why are you here, duck?”

Darkwing sighed and dared glance back at Honker and NegaGos…who both looked more than a little worried.

“I need the Tronsplitter, Megavolt. I don’t suppose you’d just give it to me if I told you that two people I care about really needed it, would you?”

Megavolt blinked. Then his mouth split into a huge grin.

“Well, color me electro-shocked. Darkwing Duck…a thief. Well, sorry, no can do there. You see, even I fry thieves…especially when they are thieving from me.”

At this, a line of lightning-like electricity shot from his finger. Thankfully, Darkwing had thought to move out of the way of the window, which caused the electricity to safely bounce off the wall when he dodged. When he was back on his feet again, he went into action…distracting Megavolt from his precious Tronsplitter…of which Darkwing had noticed across the room from his previous place by the window. He hoped that Honker and NegaGos had launched into action as well.

Megavolt revealed this answer soon enough.

“Kids?” he shouted as Darkwing dared glance behind himself for a moment. “What, are you teaching guild or something?”

Honker and NegaGos had dashed across the room and was now toting the Tronsplitter to the window…Megavolt moved to stop them, but Darkwing landed a kick square in his chest, launching him out of his still-open door. Running to the children and the Tronsplitter, he wrapped his cape around them.

“Let’s hope this was all worth it,” he said, throwing a gas pellet down.

By the time Megavolt had made it back into the room, he was long gone.

End Note: Okay, kind of a cliffy here…will the plan come to fruition? Oh, and here’s a couple of fun facts for you. One, not including this update, there are only four more updates left to this story. Three more chapters and an epilogue. And two, Michael Jackson’s (RIP MJ) “Smooth Criminal” and “Bad” are the two songs I listened to throughout this chapter. Please review!