The Spy that Loves Me

Chapter 1

"Come in, Agent Turbo. Do you read?" Said a stern voice from his ear piece. 

"I read, Agent Toxic." Dewey said. "Loud and clear." 

"Remember, Agent. Grab the journal, and get out of there without anyone seeing you. Don't get caught, or you're are on your own." He told him. 

Dewey rolled his eyes. 

"Yeah, Yeah, Yeah." He muttered, and clicked off the ear piece. 

Agent Toxic can be such a pain. But he was a good agent, almost as good as he was. Dewey thought as he jumped from a near by tree to the balcony of what was once his home. None of the lights were on so he had assumed everyone had gone to bed. 

It's been over seven years since he last set foot in McDuck Manor. After finding out from his mother that their Dad had been an agent of FOWL this entire time, and the reason why he left was because she had lied to him. Lied to him and his brother's about who he really was. 

"I was trying to protect you!" His mother's words shouted out in his ears as he picked the lock to the balcony he had landed on. 

"Protect us?" Dewey had repeated. "Yeah, we sure get that a lot around here. First Scrooge keeping you a secret from us, now you?" 

"Don't sell yourself out Dewey." Huey had said. "Don't forget, you kept from us that you were even trying to find out about Mom!" 

"Don't go blaming this on me!" Dewey shouted. "Everything gets blamed on me!" 

"Yeah, cause' it's all true." Louie said, glaring at him. 

"Fine! If you all feel that way, then why don't I just leave!" Dewey shouted at them. 

"Who's stopping you?" Louie shot back at him. 

"Right now. Webby." Dewey said, then turning to her, his eyes blazing into hers. "You coming with me, Webbs?" He asked, as he headed for the door. 

Silence followed, then, Dewey had turned around slowly to stare at her. 

"S-Sorry . Dewey." Webby whispered. Tears in her eyes. "But, I -. I-." She looked over at Louie who nodded encouragingly at her. 

"YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!"  Dewey had fumed. 

Webby had opened her mouth to speak but Dewey didn't want to hear it, didn't want to hear any of it from any of them. He has had enough. 

"Fine. Whatever. Have fun with him. I'm outta here."  

"Dewey!"  

They had all shouted out at him to come back. To try and talk all of this out, even his Uncle Donald had tried to bribe him into staying. But he wasn't like Louie. You couldn't just expect someone to bribe Dewey to stay. He wasn't that easily manipulated. 

Or so he had thought... 

Dewey had finally picked the lock and pushed open the windows then jumped into the room from the ledge. He was dressed all in black, but he still wore the friendship bracelet that Lena had once gave them. He didn't know why he still kept it. Maybe to remind him that his live had once been good? That it all hadn't gone down hill after they discovered what had happened with their Dad? 

"I'm just like him."  Dewey's thoughts spun as he looked around the room. He knew he was in Scrooge's office. 

"That's not true, Dewey! You're like me!"  His Mom had told him. 

Dewey rolled his eyes. 

No. 

He was nothing like his mother.