The soft blue waves rolled over as Boyd sat next to Owlison in the helicopter. They were currently searching for whatever island the family was on. Boyd tried to trace their location from the radio, while she took hold of the joystick. He was having trouble due to his virus.

Owlison kept her eyes out the window, trying to remember how flying a helicopter even worked. They had gotten off to a bit of a bumpy start, but she was getting the hang of it now.

"Let's see... Where could the McDucks be?" she said, trying to fill the silence. She bit her beak, scanning over the water. She readjusted her headset. She kept her gaze locked out but decided to talk to Boyd, even if it would just be a one sided conversation.

"How do you think they even end up in these messes? I mean, when I was a kid, I never had to go save my family from some random island," she said with a slight chuckle. Boyd just looked at her.

She gave a weird half smile. "You know, when I moved to Duckburg, I was not expecting any of this. Glomgold is the craziest person I've ever met. It's so different from Mouseton."

Drumming her fingers against the steering, she began to go on about how crazy this all was. Finally, she said, "I mean, maybe FOWL isn't so wrong for wanting to tone down the adventure-"

She was interrupted by Boyd, tugging on her sleeve with wide eyes. She followed his gaze to a rocket heading in their direction. She let out a yelp and jerked the plane, moving it out of the way.

"Or maybe they're just as crazy as the thing they're trying to stop!" she gasped, breathing heavily.

Boyd got up from his seat and stared after the rocket.

"Where do you think it's headed?" she asked, spinning around the helicopter to get a better view. Out on the horizon, they saw a small island, the size of a spec.

"Oh my gosh! The McDucks! We have to do something!" she said, putting two and two together.

Boyd nodded, and his legs transformed into rockets. "You have rocket feet? Then why didn't you just do that in the first place?" she said.

Boyd looked embarrassed. She pretty much hear him saying, because I didn't think of that.

She just rolled her eyes and followed the rocket. Boyd jumped out of the helicopter and followed along on his rocket feet. There was a loud roar as several other rockets came from out of nowhere. They had to get to the island fast or else there would be no hope of catching saving the McDuck's.

Owlison grew a determined expression and made the helicopter go as fast as it possibly could. Once they had caught up to the incredibly fast rockets, Boyd caught one in his arms.

He thrust back against it, trying to disarm it, while two other rockets flew past him.

The robot boy slipped, letting the first rocket go. It hit him in the head in the process.

"Boyd! Are you alright!" Owlison called from the helicopter.

"Yeah, I think I'm okay," he said. Both their eyes widened. "I spoke! I guess Dr. Gearloose is right. Sometimes, if you hit a machine hard enough, it works again," the boy said grinning.

Owlison raised an eyebrow. "Okay, I guess..." She shook herself. "We don't have time for chit chat, we have to stop those rockets!"

Boyd eyes shot back to the direction of the rockets and he took off. Owlison races after him in the helicopter, though she was sure she wouldn't be able to catch up too well with the robot boy. He noticed and doubled back to her.

"What are you doing?"

Without answering, he flew behind the chopper, pressing his hands against it. His boosters roared with fire as he pushed the helicopter through the air. Owlison was knocked back into her chair. She let out an exhilarated shout, a mix of terror and excitement. Business was never as intense as this.

Her heart raced and she gripped the steering harder than she intended to. When they came to a stop, she was jerked forward. She wrenched her eyes open to see the rockets. Only this time they were behind her. She was astonished at how fast the robot boy could go.

Boyd flew away from the helicopter and headed straight for the rocket up front. He stalled its flight, but there were still 2 others.

Eyes scanning across everything, Owlison tried to come up with a plan to take care of the other two rockets. Her hands shook, knowing she had limited time. Finally, the only option she seemed to have came to mind.

She bit her beak and moved the copter in the way of the rockets. Then, at the last second, she jumped out of the helicopter, screaming.

She shut her eyes tight, tumbling towards the water. She reached for a parachute string, only to realize she had forgotten to put one on. Oh shoot!

She tucked in her arms, hoping that the ocean would catch her fall. It would still hurt though. She gasped for breath. How could a moment feel so short and yet so long?

Instead of hitting cold, hard, stinging water like she had anticipated, she was pulled out of the air. She wrenched an eye open to see she was being saved by Boyd. He tried to slow the decent and keep her from getting whiplash.

Her eyes went to the large explosion in the sky, a bright mix of fiery oranges and yellows. Her jaw gaped and her heart rate accelerated.

"Thanks Boyd," she said, trying to calm herself.

"No problem, miss Owlison," he said with that sweet, innocent smile of his. She gave him a smile in return.

"What now?" she said, eyes still fixed on the explosion. Chunks of flaming metal and ash now fell from the sky. Boyd navigated around them, the water splashing below.

Boyd continued to hold her up, adjusting himself for her comfort. "I guess we follow the direction of those rockets, and then we'll find the Ducks."

"But you can't carry all of them," Owlison pointed out, tilting her head.

"Maybe with my programming we can help them build a boat. Then I could push us back to the mainland," he said.

"Good idea. Now let's go save some ducks!" she said. The thrill of adrenaline made her more wild, more adventurous. And she liked it.

...

Darkwing squared off with Gizmo Duck . He narrowed his eyes, heart racing with the shouts behind him. "Fight! Fight! Fight!" Darkwing balled his hands into fists. To be honest, he wasn't too upset about having to fight Gizmo Duck. He just wished it was more on his own terms. But he would try not to hurt him too much. Darkwing Duck was superior to Gizmo Duck in fighting. Or at least that's what his ego told him.

"Okay, let's just fight a round, and then we can go," Gizmo Duck said in a hushed voice to Darkwing.

"We both knew this fight was coming anyways," Darkwing said, taking a step forward. He swung a fake punch that seemed a little too real. It just clipped his cheek feathers.

"You remember we're not actually fighting, right?" Gizmo Duck let out a nervous chuckle, and did a leg sweep.

Darkwing jumped over the attack. "Just trying to make it look realistic." That wasn't entirely true, but whatever.

They circled each other a little more. The eggheads began to get bored. "Come on! We want to see blood!" Someone shouted from the crowd.

Darkwing stiffened at that. Gizmo landed a punch on accident, sending him back. Gizmo Duck was about to apologize, but Darkwing waved a hand, telling him to just roll with it.

Gizmo nodded and tried another hit. Darkwing ducked and jabbed him in the gut. Then he punched him, and he fell on the ground. Gizmo Duck narrowed his eyes at him. Darkwing shrugged.

"This is the most boring fight I've ever seen!" All the other eggheads booed in agreement.

The two heroes exchanged a nervous glance. Gizmo Duck took in a breath and rammed into the other duck. Darkwing was knocked back into the crowd. The eggheads took a few shots at him too. But Darkwing quickly jumped back into the arena.

Darkwing was running out of ideas to keep them satisfied. And it looked like Gizmo Duck was to. The hero scanned for anything they could use. Just the small arena, the eggheads, and Gizmo Duck. If they didn't do something that entertained the eggheads soon, they might just take matters into their own hands.

He bit his beak. He would try to fight his way through the eggheads, but there were too many. They would be overpowered in moments. Not to mention he wouldn't get his utility belt or hat back. Or the Gizmo suit, which Darkwing secretly admitted would be a worse threat in FOWL's hands than anything. Currently, Gizmo Duck only had the helmet.

The helmet...

A lightbulb went off in Darkwing's head. In one swift movement, he pinned Gizmo Duck to the ground on his stomach. The crowd cheered. Darkwing smirked.

"Maybe if you used your head, you'd actually win this fight," he said.

Gizmo Duck raised an eyebrow. "I don't think either of us are winning currently," he said.

Darkwing mentally rolled his eyes. "At least you have that helmet to protect you, because if you didn't, I would've already defeated you."

"I- I don't get it. Are you trying to tell me something?"

Face palming, Darkwing let out a sigh. "You know, a certain suit of armor would be helpful right now."

"..."

"Can you use the helmet to summon the suit or not?" Darkwing grumbled.

Gizmo Duck's eyes widened and he glanced at the suit. "Why hadn't I thought of that before?"

"Because I have a greater intellect than you." Darkwing was met with a kick in the stomach. He doubled back, clutching his gut. "Yeah, I deserves that."

Gizmo Duck got to his feet and pressed a button on his helmet. In the back of the room, the Gizmo suit started up with a few beeps. The eggheads nearby it were startled.

Those eggheads gave a few angry shouts, but the suit knocked them out cold. Then it drove through the rest of the crowd, fighting off the eggheads. Their attention moved from the heroes to the machinery.

Gizmo Duck smiled. "Blathering Blatherskite! It worked!"

Darkwing high-fived him, watching the suit do its work. "Come on, let's grab our stuff and go."

Gizmo nodded, waiting for his suit. Darkwing grabbed his fedora from resting against a wine keg. His belt sat on the ground next to it. Strapping the belt around himself, he once again felt complete. He contemplated putting on his hat, but decided against it, remembering what the eggheads had done with it. He winced and wrung it out.

Once all the eggheads were taken care of, Gizmo Duck climbed back into his suit. "Let's get out of here," he said. Darkwing nodded.

...

Gandra thrust out her hand, electrocuting Akita. He fell back unconscious. She slipped back on her glove, taking in a breath.

Gyro gaped at her. "W-what! Why did you just zap him!" He threw his arms open.

Gandra shrugged. "He was annoying me."

"We could've gotten more information out of him! With what he told us, I have even more questions than before!" He crossed his arms, glaring at her.

"Well, you heard what he said. We just find this Waddlemeyer guy and then we can stop FOWL," she said. She peeled her head over the barrel, only to see Gizmo Duck and Darkwing already running off. She sighed. "And there goes my chance to rescue my boyfriend."

Gyro raised an eyebrow at her. "First off, gross. Secondly, how are you a FOWL agent and yet knew NOTHING about this!" The chicken waited for her answer.

"Because they don't tell me stuff. They just point to a place and say, 'Agent D, we need you to go get this thing. Agent D, we need you to go find the maguffin.' I don't ask questions, I just do what I'm told," she said, making her hand like a mouth.

Gyro leaned against the barrel. "Well, anyways, we've got no point in being here anymore. Let's go back to my lab. I could set you up with a nice pair of handcuffs."

She sent him a look. Fists clenched, she walked back to the stairs. After a moment, Gyro followed.

They made it out of FOWL relatively easy, since most agents either trusted her or were stupid. Or both. Once out in the fresh air, Gandra took in a breath. She had to make it up to Fenton. Hopefully he would forgive her a second time. She stared down at her feet as she walked with sad eyes. Leaving FOWL would be hard, but she was sure it was worth it. And after everything Akita had told them, she was even more determined to stop them.

She just had one question left.

Where was Dr. Waddlemeyer?