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Gosalyn's Gambit	By : MrFanFIction Category: +1 through F > Darkwing Duck Views: 4403 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Chapter 6 - A SPRING TO REMEMBER
That spring in St. Canard had been quiet but Darkwing Duck and company knew it was just the calm before the capers. There was a bit of a bet as to whether it would be Bushroot, The Bonnie Bunny Gang or FOWL that would be behind the inevitable spring/Easter themed calamity. He didn't entirely mind the down time. Crackerjack the crazed clown and Megavolt had teamed up for a heck of a Christmas caper, which forced them to team up with unlikely allies to save Christmas. Who knew Negaduck had a soft spot for Christmas, well, maybe not so much a soft spot as a 'No one Ruins Christmas but me' spot. Though they did all learn a valuable lesson about the meaning of Christmas, they would have all preferred to no not spend Boxing Day cleaning wacky taffy out of their voltage-singed feathers.
So the slow months after were a relief. Just regular petty crimes and, one Gold bouillon shipment heist attempt by Steelbeak, it was a good time for Darkwing and at the same time, troubling.
Good because it meant there was less danger for his daughter Gosalyn aka Quiverwing Quack to get into, at first he was rather perturbed at their occasional stops by the Video game arcade. He figured they knew the place was a dead zone and that he did not know that there was a rather well patronized Video Game Arcade there. Still, he didn't make a fuss about it. The time spent playing games was time not spent in alleys with thugs and hoodlums. While Gosalyn was more than capable of handling herself the worrywart father in him still broke out into a panic at the thought of his Gosalyn fighting brutes... The Pragmatic Father in him reminded that it was more dangerous for the brutes than Quiverwing and Arrowkid. In fact, he had to make a point of reminding her that putting people in neck braces and torso casts was not very heroic.
The downside of course, it left them with more time around the base and, that Darkwing found, was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. His secret base had always been a sort of man cave for him, just Launchpad and himself working and planning. Oh sure Gosalyn always used to come by but she was just a kid then. Now, now things were, complicated.
It is not as if her was checking her out or anything like that or lusting after his own daughter; he had Morgana, his lovely fiancé, use her powers to scan his mind to be sure of that, twice. and was fully prepared to send Gosalyn off to a boarding school if she found even the hint of such. Originally, he had said he would castrate himself but Morgana sternly ruled out that possibility. He guessed it would have been a terrible loss to the ladies of the world but was quite sure Morgana would do the 'job' herself if she ever caught him demonstrating his prowess to any other ladies. Not that there were any to compare with Morgana, his sultry, sorcerous, siren, but he had to admit he'd caught himself looking at Binkie Muddlefoot in manner that was a bit more than 'neighbourly' on occasion. Woman was an airhead, the only person who could call Herbert Muddlefoot an intellectual superior but at the same time, she had that down to earth old-fashioned housewife charm going on with a dash of innocence.
Launchpad wasn't any better about it; he had actually set on of the security cameras out in the Muddlefoot's back yard. AT least he chose the one camouflaged as a rock so no one would notice it. Launchpad didn't know he knew about that. He would have given his sidekick a lecture but while an egotist he was not a hypocrite and he very well could not fault Launchpad for looking at those recorded videos when he spent a bit of time watching them, unknown to Launchpad. In all fairness it couldn't be helped the first video he'd seen happened to have been on a windy laundry day., oh what that breeze did to her skirt and those legs. Mrowr! He would never cross the line though.
As much as he found Herb Muddlefoot annoying and an intellectual wasteland, he did consider the fellow a friend. He was not bright but he worked hard to put food on the table and a roof over his family's head. He also considered him a pleasant acquaintance if not a friend as Drake Mallard. The situation with Gosalyn though was different. Why in the name of Walt did he give the okay for that costume?
“But Mr. Darkwing Sir....’” His steel trap of a mind was quick to replay Honker’s words
"Gosalyn's choice of weapons means she needs to feel the air and the direction of the wind at any given moment. She's fully covered up top, so the legs are the best bet. They’re also the least likely appendage to be struck.”
Sometimes he hated the kid's logic. It wasn't that he couldn't guess Honker Muddlefoot's ulterior motives for defending Gosalyn wearing a skirt that stopped just above her knees. Though he was somewhat glad for that interest, he did not want to be the one to break it to Herb and Binkie that their second son might be a bit on the 'dainty' side. They were likely already dreading that possibility, judging by speed at which they'd okayed him joining Gosalyn on her Self Actualization program of exercise and study, which is how he pitch Honker's extra curricular training and superhero apprenticeship to them, they were happy he was showing interest in a girl.
In this case, the skirt combined with Gosalyn's natural tom boyishness and her casual nature around the base meant that more than once, Darkwing found Gosalyn's panties in his field of vision.
'It's a leotard, a perfectly modest Kevlar mesh leotard that she wears over her actual underwear' his inner voice reminded him only to spark the realization that he was pretty much taking her word on that. Not that Gosalyn would do such a thing. Maybe when she turned eighteen she would but in a fourteen year old, Naaah.
That comforting thought didn't help the simple truth that while his higher brain knew what was what the part of the brain wired to his libido was a little slower on the uptake, usually taking a full two to three seconds to process that it was his daughter he was looking at. Then there was that Saturday morning when even the higher brain forgot. He wound up turning the fire extinguisher down the front of his pants once he had brushed past Gosalyn in the kitchen doorway. Almost gave himself frostbite.
What disturbed him most is that a part of him could have such a reaction.
***
It was small wonder that he was strangely happy when the Head of the Bureau popped up on his giant view screen, comprised of several merely large view screens that were, in no way, overcompensating for any deficiency or a reflection of his ego.
"You seem... oddly pleased to here from me Darkwing Duck" the director spoke with his vaguely British accent though Darkwing could never place whether it was a London or Winchester accent specifically.
"Ahem. Just ever ready to thwart crime J. Gander" he responded, "And if you're calling me then I deduce this has something to do with FOWL, The Fiendish Organization for World Larceny" he spoke with brimming confidence. Mostly because, statistically speaking, J. Gander hardly ever called unless they needed help with foiling FOWL. In fact, he could recall only seven twelve such times over the years and two of those were wrong numbers.
"Well that's just it Darkwing. We're not sure." he continued to explain, "I'm sending you a report on the two incidents".
The printer beeped to life and spat out two sheets of paper. The report briefs, summaries of the actual report.The first Item concerned a break in at the Botanical Museum and the removal of several rare and one outright endangered plant. The interesting detail is that all the doors were broken from the inside out... The second Item concerned a large theft from Marconi Pharmaceuticals. The details were sketchy since all the personnel present reported hearing jingling bells then sharp headaches. The items stolen were a key tell, laughing gas.
J. Gander waited three minutes before speaking again, "As you can see Darkwing, the thefts, while executed with the efficiency one would expect of FOWL, have not been followed by the usual ultimatums or declarations that come with their actions."
"Plus the usual hallmarks of a FOWL heist are missing Mister J Gander sir" that was Honker at the computer terminal.
If it was anyone else, Darkwing might have been slightly perturbed at his line being stolen but he was training Honker to have a keen analytical eye.
"Ah yes, Quite Right Arrowkid. What is puzzling is the first one. Not just because the Museum was broken from the inside out, but the missing plants while valuable specimens are in no way poisonous, toxic, carnivorous or environmentally dangerous” The aged goose counted each of on a finger as he listed. "The chemicals are a bit more straight forward but even then it's a mystery to us. Can we count on you to lend us your legendary prowess in this matter Darkwing?"
Darkwing gave a brisk salute, "Don’t worry J. Gander. Darkwing Duck-"
"Aaaand Quivering Quack" Gosalyn interrupted. He should have seen that coming. She always did that.
"-will handle this in no time" he finished.
Then it was to the details. J. Gander had helpfully faxed the detailed report, though it didn't take long to guess the culprits.
"Well the Museum has Bushroot written all over it," Gosalyn says, sitting cross-legged on the couch.
Darkwing really wished she wouldn't do that, the leotard was practically in plain sight. He kept his focus. "Good eye Gosalyn, what about you Honker?"
"My guess is Quackerjack with a giant mallet Mister Darkwing Sir" The evidence for that one was easy. The biggest tip was the laughing gas.
"Good job so the question now is: are these two crimes related?" he was asking himself as much as he was to the others.
The case was pretty straightforward. Two random robberies so were the cases on J. Gander's desk. He usually didn't get involved in anything that Wasn't FOWL related; there had to be something in the details that linked the two crimes to FOWL, or at least what he thought the old director was thinking.
"Wait didn't we put Quackerjack away in Sing Song just a few months back?"
That was Launchpad's contribution. He typically kept quiet in those meetings, He wasn't the brightest fellow in the room and had no problem with that. He was good at what he did and what he did was transportation and assistance. In this case, however he did bring an interesting point to light. Bushroot had gone to seed since the fall fiasco with the Rise of the pumpkins and they had honestly expected something from him in the spring but Quackerjack was already incarcerated for the Christmas caper. There had been nothing on the police scanners about a prison upset or break out...
"Very good question Launchpad. Quackerjack has supposedly been in Sing Song since Boxing Day and we haven't heard any news of a break out or anything unusual from the prison" he paced back and forth, as he always did. He liked to do so, it helped him think and it made his cape flap and follow dramatically.
"We will have to divide or investigation. Launchpad and I will start combing for any leads on Bushroot. Quiverwing, you and Honker are to check up on Quackerjack in the prison and report directly here. If he has escaped and gotten his hand on some chemicals I don't want either of you anywhere near him without a full lead-lined hazmat suit." and he wasn't joking. He had ordered those suits for just such occasions; he kept them hanging in the utility closet.
Gosalyn was already on her feet and running for the supply locker for her gear.
"OkaythanksIloveyoubyedad" she said, trailing off into the distance.
Darkwing sighed. She always tried that trick. He tapped the wrist communicator and repeated. "As I was saying, you are to investigate the prison and report back immediately, sooner if something seems fishy. Is that clear young lady?" he heard the sigh over the comms.
"Yes dad" with notably less enthusiasm in her voice. . He could hear Honker's sigh of relief over the comms.
"Launchpad, let's get Dangerous!"
"Right behind you DW!"
***
The way to the prison was long. They had to take the arrow copters. Specialized one person, whirligigs that collapsed into rods. Not a lot of speed or range, which was likely why her father chose them, but they were fairly easy to use, relatively safe and light. For short hops, like say from the bay shore to Sing Song prison, they worked quite well. After they touched down they collapsed the whirligigs and proceeded on foot.
"Five times" honker said.
"Huh?" Gosalyn was, unusually focused, on the case at hand. This was a chance to impress her father with bother her ability to follow rules and her ability to ad lib the rules.
"He saw up your skirt five times," he explained. Gosalyn had asked Honker where possible to keep a tally of how often her father might have seen up her skirt. Just for her personal tally. She knew that he could hide it from her or anyone else but Honker had an almost preternatural sense for line of sight and angles.
"How many of those were real looks?"
'Real Looks' were what she called it when someone was actively looking to see something as opposed to just happening to look in random direction when something happens.
***
Honker paused to think as they made their way up the rock face. They climbed side by side as always since Honker honestly did not trust himself resist distraction tonight. Since her confession of her lust, he had made himself her accomplice. He truly saw nothing wrong with it. It was odd but Jung Fraud had said that such things are natural, besides there was something else. That she confided something so intimate, so secretive with him said volumes for her opinion of him and her trust in him. He would do what he could. The idea of not being Gosalyn's first had rubbed him wrong for all of five minutes. The way he figured it; he may not take first but he would happily take positions two through ten.
“About two “ he finally answered.
***
They reached the prison wall. There was no outer walled courtyard in Sing Song, not with as many super-villains and above average criminals. That was just asking them to break out.
"Okay Honk, which side. Floor and window?"
"We're in luck. East side, fifth floor window number twenty-eight from the left."
That was good. She was not in the mood to go vent crawling tonight. Honker by contrast did not mind crawling behind Gosalyn in the vents. She knew exactly why and thinking about it always made her smile just a little. She liked Honker, she really did. She could see herself doing things with him; she had masturbated more than once to those imaginings. Not that she ever told him that.
The walk around the grey edifice wasn't that long and ten minutes after touch down. There they were, looking up at window twenty-eight. Two grappling arrows found their marks, tested for hold and up they began to climb. Honker always hated this part. Rope climbing was never his thing.
Peering into the six-by-eight cell, they saw... Quackerjack. This surprised them. Nevertheless, there he was sitting quietly in his cell reading. They had at least expected to find the old dummy in the bed trick. This of course made Gosalyn a little miffed since she figured her dad must have known there would be nothing to find and so gave them the boring assignment.
Getting into the cell did indeed take a little vent crawling, much to Honker’s delight.
"Okay Quackerjack we're on to you so you better spill the beans." her voice betrayed her anger. As she burst down from the vent. So much for stealth.
Quackerjack looked up in astonishment, his book dropping "Oh my they didn't say anything about this in the agreement" The voice, was not Quackerjack. It was calm, excellently enunciated, soothing with a strong, British accent.
Gosalyn seized on this, "Ohhhh-kay you are clearly not Quackerjack."
Honker then chimed in, "Uhm sir, you have until she can un-collapse her bow to answer the question.”
Quackerfake put his hands up, "It's okay it's okay, I will answer all your questions. Just... please put away the sharp pointies. Please"
***
Darkwing got the radio call. They had been scouting Bushroot's normal hideouts. The park. Really, that was it. It was a surprisingly good spot for a half-plant, half-duck mutant to blend in. When you can command all manner of plant life, not to mention blend in with the scenery it was as good a place as any; that wasn't even counting the parks upkeep facilities. Lawn care products, greenhouses, fertilizer, potting soil. It was a veritable five star hotel for him especially with the timed sprinkler system. The call was from Honker, they were at the prison, His Over-protective Paranoid Parental Monitoring System told him as much, the finest in technology for violating the privacy of your offspring.
"Any luck Arrowkid?" he had to remember to use Honker's actual codename. "Quackerjack have anything sane to say? Over." He knew the chances of that were between slim and none but, it did not hurt to ask as a matter of procedure.
"No Mister Darkwing Sir. He's not here. Over."
Well he had half expected that after seeing the report but...
"How and when did he get out Arrowkid? And an even better question, why was their no alarm about it. Over."
"Well you see sir he-"
"Please I told you EVERYTHING" there was a screaming and very distressed voice in the background...
"Arrowkid... is Quiverwing by any chance, interrogating a suspect?"
Another scream in the background. "Oh Please Please Please Not that! I told you everything I NOOOOOOOOOOO" Then another voice, Quiverwing's,
"I'd either start talking or stop squirming if I were you"
"Uh yes Sir. It's not as if I could stop her. She's doing the William Tell thing again. Over"
Gosalyn had a surprising talent for interrogation and a disturbing if not frightening enthusiasm for it. He thought he could strike terror into criminals but Quiverwing just made them cry and William Tell was her favourite. It involved pinning the victim-slash-subject to the wall and then spinning a repurposed twister spinner to pick what body part she would be aiming at, and then asking a question. How satisfied she was with the answer determined how close the arrow came to its mark. He forbade her to actually draw blood but thanks to some of the trick arrows she had, particularly the boxing glove and tazer arrows... that wasn't always enough to save the victims.
"What has he said so far? Tell me quickly before that pointer starts landing one vital organs. Over" the sooner he got the information the sooner he could say they had enough and stop the torture.
"Yes, Sir. His name is Jerome Featherworth., he was a starving actor, kicked out of most theatre troops for creative differences with the director. Three weeks ago he was-" the screams cut in again then.
"Oh quite being a baby it didn't knock out any teeth.”
He would have to lecture his daughter about her zeal again.
The information was quite informative actually. The look-a-like was one Jerome Featherworth, the typical starving actor looking for a break but finding none. He was rooting through dumpsters for half full ketchup packets. Then two people wearing yellow jumpsuits and Egg helmets approached him. He assumed they were part of some troop; yeah a troop call FOWL. They about a gig where he'd be not only paid to act like some crazy kook but he'd also get three meals a day and a free place to sleep. Even when he learned of the illegal nature of the arrangement he still accepted because he was if nothing else a true starving artist. He considered the prison slop to be the best thing he had eaten in months.
"And that's all he's said sir. Over”
"Good work Arrowkid, now we know there is a FOWL connection and if Quackerjack is on the loose I know just how to bring him out of hiding." And he did too.
Quackerjack may have lost all his screws and marbles but he could be rather predictable in certain ways.
"You and Quiverwing head back to the base we have a trap to build. Over."
"Yes sir, we'll be-" then the screams,
"No wait, please I told You AAAAAAIIIIIIIEEEKKK!" There was the sound of crackling electricity to go along with that scream.
"Whoops..." he heard Quivering say, "Meant to miss that time... but hey you only need one to start a family right?"
Darkwing reflexively cringed and crossed his legs at the mental image that came to mind. He really would have to talk to his daughter about restraint and the Geneva Convention. He could see the pale look on Launchpad's face,
"DW... did she just do what I think she just did?"
"It's best we don't think about it Launchpad... we'll probably get nightmares otherwise"
"What about Bushroot? I mean we know Quackerjack is tied in but you think Bushroot is too?"
"Maybe Launchpad, but I do know that it'll be easier to lure Quackerjack out than Bushroot."
The Thunderquack did a slow lazy circle of the park and then returned to base. They had a lot of work to do before Tomorrow night.
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