The Introduction of the Cy-Rangers

Splitting Up

Donald sighed, as he, in his white dressing gown, laid down on the bed and stretched out.

He along with Daisy and Cy-Rat, who was also wearing white dressing gowns as well, was in a giant suite in a five-star hotel in Recife, Brazil. It had two large, comfy, white-sheet beds, the walls and the carpet were creamy white, the long curtains were blue-green and it had a vast balcony with a lovely view of Recife.

"How are we looking, Cy-Rat?" Daisy asked.

Cy-Rat, who came back in the room from the balcony, approached her. "I think we can sleep safely tonight, Daisy. I wouldn't tell you that if I didn't think so."

"That's good enough for me. I trust you. And you've chosen a great suite."

"Thank you," Cy-Rat said.

"And thank you for rescuing us from the frigate, Cy-Rat," Daisy said.

"No problem."

"But are you sure you can afford this, Cy-Rat?" Donald asked.

Cy-Rat showed Daisy and Donald a bag with a R$ sign on it. "Well, this job that I do has rewarded me plenty of times. Besides, this suite was on a discount. But still don't even think of taking anything from the mini fridge."

Donald reached a bag of mini potato in the mini fridge but stopped when Cy-Rat told him to and she wasn't even looking at him at all. He laughed. "You sound just like my Uncle Scrooge."

"Speaking of which, how long have you known about Daniel, Cy-Rat?" Daisy asked. "And why does he want to see his kids now even though he never saw them since the day they were born?"

"And who sent you?" Donald asked. "And if you have friends from where you came from, why haven't they come to help you?"

"Well, as you know, I have been hiding as one of his crew for about three months," Cy-Rat said. "And what I've learnt is that the sorceress that he serves actually serves someone else and I don't know who or what it is. They haven't even said anything like the Great One or anything like that, but I imagine it's someone like has the power to rule the world and all those kinds of tropes.

"My guess – and, I repeat, this is nothing more than a guess - is that they might need his sons to sacrifice them so they can overthrow this person and have the power to rule the world. I mean, when he saw you and demanded their whereabouts, did he look like the kind of dad who was desperate to see his sons and eleven years after they were born?"

Both ducks shook their heads.

"As for where my work colleagues and I come from, it's all classified and they have their own business to deal with."

"Personal or professional?" Donald asked.

"Professional," Cy-Rat said. "Besides, I work better without them, even though we trained together to do stuff like this all our lives. That's all I can say about them."

There was a long pause. The ducks needed more information, but they agreed not to push Cy-Rat any further because she had risked her life to save them from Bonnie, Daniel and their sea monster pirate navy and she paid for a suite for the night.

Then Donald gasped. "I forgot. I've got to warn Uncle Scrooge, Della or anyone at McDuck Manor about Daisy." Then Donald grabbed the phone by the bed and started to dial the numbers. "Come on. Pick up. Pick up!" After a few seconds later, he sighed and put the phone back down. "They won't answer."

"I take it that you couldn't even leave a message?" Daisy asked.

"No," Donald replied. "They must be out on sort of adventure themselves."