The Spy that Loves Me

Chapter 2

Dewey groaned as he made his way to Funzo's. Even if it's been seven years he still knew the way even blind folded. He ignored the bruises on his body as the children's restaurant came into few. As he suspected Dewey had been in a world of trouble when he got back to headquarters without the journal.

He winced as the memory was still fresh in his mind as he made his way into the restaurant and looked around. Kids were everywhere as usual, screaming and playing. The game room had a few upgrades since he was last there, and they've added several new items to their menu's besides pizza.

He looked around for Webby but saw that she wasn't there yet so he took a set in the far back, in the dimly lit corner of the area. Away from all the clusters of children and their parents whispering and looking at him as if they know what happened that day he left.

He heard a bit of the conversation from a coupe of mother's as he sat down at a booth.

"Isn't he the one who ran away?"

"Yeah, that's the one. I forgot which one it was."

Dewey glared daggers at them making the mother's scatter. He hated that. Being compared to his brother's was one of the many reasons why he left.

He winced when those flashbacks came back. But he didn't want to relive those, he'd switched those flashbacks to last night instead...

"So, you mean to tell me," Bradford said, "that you failed to get the mission, and you failed to get the journal." He snarled.

"Yeah, but -. but -." Dewey had stammered.

SMACK!

Dewey grunted, but did not scream as he was hit by some heavy chains that were being slapped against his bare back. He wasn't about to give him the satisfaction. The simple fact that he was related to Scrooge was the reason for Bradford's hatred towards him.

The simple fact that he was Scrooge's nephew was why he had been able to be embraced by F.O.W.L and be allowed to work as a secret agent but only under certain conditions.

This,

This was one of them.

Still, it was better then being back there. Back to the lies, the comparison, the jealousy of others who loathed him because of who his uncle was...

"Did I tell you to speak?" Bradford spat at him. He snapped his fingers and Agent Toxic was, oh so happy, to slap those heavy chains against his back again. This time Dewey couldn't hold back the gasps and whimpers that followed the blows and the snickering from Agent Toxic.

Dewey gritted his teeth.

Agent Toxic was enjoying this way too much.

He'd get even with that slime ball one way or another...

"Now, you have a chance to redeem yourself, young duck." Bradford told him, as he held up his hand at to make Agent Toxic finally pause at beating him.

Dewey was kneeling down on the ground, panting hard, sweat pouring down his face. The concrete floor was cold and he shivered as he glanced towards the door, his father was leaning up against the doorway, looking at him with disappointment in his eyes.

"You are to grab the journal, and this time..." Bradford said, as he switched on the huge computer screen behind him. Dewey forced himself to look and at the face that illuminated the room and his heart sank.

No.

Not her.

Not -.