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Webby woke up alone, which was odd. She sat up in her bed and felt for the warmth of Louie's body in the mattress but felt nothing. She frowned. Did he not come home last night? She could've sworn she had felt him climb into bed. It wasn't like him to do that. Was yesterday's quarrel really that bad? It didn't seem that serious. Maybe he just... got caught up in something.
She swung her feet off the bed, put on a robe, and walked into the kitchen. She muttered to herself as she started making her coffee for the day. She muttered to herself when a white folded piece of paper by the table caught her attention. Slowly she went to it.
The card was folded upright and said "Webby" in Louie's handwriting. Webby twisted her wedding ring anxiously as she picked it up and brought it to where she was making coffee.
She opened it and it read:
"Webby,
Kindly and humbly I offer this note as an explanation as to my whereabouts. Don't blame yourself for this but i have left you. I will Never return. After today i am leaving Duckburg. Please understand me when i say to not blame yourself and that I'm sorry if I hurt you. Please. Even though you technically started this, just ask Dewey. By all honesty, i don't know why he agrees with me. Your best friend! For what? Only he knows i guess. Dewey is a mystery. Seriously, What are we gonna do with him. Literally nothing.
Anyway, dont come looking for me because i don't want you to find me.
Kindly,
Louie Duck,"
Webby sat there for a long time, the news weighing on her. The quarrel was that serious then. Enough to... push him over the edge. To make him leave? No... no.... that couldn't be it. She didn't believe what she was reading.
No.
She couldn't believe it.
That in all seriousness could not be it.
She looked over the note again and saw that Louie had bolded certain letters in each sentence. She got out a mini pad and pencil and put it together.
K-I-D-N-A-P-P-E-D-B-Y-F-O-W-L
Webby's eyes widened with fear and then with anger. FOWL really had another thing coming if they thought they could mess with her man. Furiously, she took the note and sent out a signal to her mission leader that she had a mission of her own to go to and quickly started packing her things. Then she messaged Dewey, keeping details as vague as possible. He said he would come by with the plane soon. Good.
Poor Louie. Who knows what type of conditions he's in now. He could be seriously hurt. That was the last thing she wanted. Well... not the last thing... but a close second.
Webby walked into Louie's office and saw the horrific mess of what happened. The window was shattered and clearly some amount of struggle happened as papers and even some feathers were left on the ground. Most were white but one green feather caught her eye. She picked it up and scowled.
Turaco. Her largest threat and longest enemy.
She examinded his chair, still upright but saw several circular scratches on the arm showing he was handcuffed to it as he wrote the card. She went out the second door and saw the back door was left open all night. That must've been where they took him.
"Oh you are so going down!" Webby's nostrils flared as she swore her revenge. If they did so much as give him a paper cut they were all going to pay.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket. Dewey was at Scrooge's. Webby grabbed her bag of gear and headed off to the mansion, not needing the coffee she made since her anger was now acting as her fuel.
She arrived in ten minutes. Dewey was talking to Scrooge on the lawn. They both looked like they were talking about something serious.
"Oh hey Webby," Dewey noticed her, "you ready to go? What's the bag for?"
"I said no questions, and yes," Webby glared at him.
"What're ye up to las?" Scrooge was suspicious of her.
"It's important. Very important," Webby said.
"Yew can just tell me ye know," Scrooge frowned.
"If i did you'd come along," Webby threw her bag into the plane. The old man shook his head.
"Well I wish you two luck anyway. Hope ye find what yeer looking for," Scrooge said.
"Me too," Webby sighed. Scrooge examinded her up and down with an eyebrow raised, but said nothing of it.
"Be safe," he waved off and went inside.
"Where are we going?" Dewey asked. Webby wrote down coordinates on a piece of paper and handed it to him.
"Brazil? Okay then," Dewey punched in the numbers to the plane. Webby sat in the copilot seat and drummed her fingers on the steering handles.
"Okay Webby... what are we really heading to?" Dewey noticed her anxiety.
"I can't tell you either," Webby brushed him off.
"Why? I'm the one taking you there," Dewey frowned. Webby sighed.
"Fine. We're going to FOWL's Brazilian headquarters but you cannot come along and you cannot say a word to anyone," Webby huffed.
"See? Was that so hard?" Dewey started up the engine, "What's the mission about?"
"That's confidential," Webby looked away from him. Dewey rolled his eyes and decided not to question her any further.
"Okay, off to Brazil we go... i guess."