Chapter 5

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"I want the truth, and I want it now." Donald said, glaring at both Huey and Louie. Webby squirmed a bit as Della said nothing but continued to stare at her.

Huey and Louie glanced at each other.

The boys and Webby were all on the couch. Webby in the middle of them, and looking down at the ground. She could feel Louie gently brushing up against her as a comforting jester, and Huey moved in closer to her to keep her from trembling.

"Where is your brother?" He demanded to know, and crossed his arms.

"We don't know." Louie answered, without missing a beat, staring at him straight in the eyes.

Huey was internally glad that Louie had stuck with the lying all these years. He still couldn't look his Mom or Donald in the eye and lie like Louie can.

"Webby." Della said, quietly.

Webby's stiffened, and looked back at Della. Huey glanced over at her and saw her trembling and took her hand and squeezed it gently, trying to calm her down.

"Why didn't you tell us you've spoken with Dewey? After seven years of him being gone?" She asked. Della didn't sound as upset as Donald, but the look Della was giving Webby made Webby feel even guiltier, and she looked away.

How can she tell Della that why she hadn't told her?

That she was ordered to kill Dewey by S.H.U.S.H and that she only had a week to take care of the job?

Webby had never dreamed her job would lead to her being an assassin, she had wanted her job to have a meaning, like her Granny. She was sure Granny would never have approved of what S.H.U.S.H was asking her to do.

Webby wished Granny was here. She'd take he side. She'd back her up in this conversation.

"Um. I, I forgot?" Webby tried, still not looking at her.

"Forgot." Della repeated. Her voice was calm but Webby heard a hint of anger in it. Webby voiced herself to look at Della and her heart nearly leaped out of her throat. Della's eyes blazed into Webby's.

Huey looked nervously between them two as Scrooge sat, in his wheelchair, looking sadly at all of them. Scrooge's last adventure had caused him to loose his legs making him from ever walking again, and as he sat in his chair Huey couldn't help but noticed how old and fragile their Uncle truly was, even though, Scrooge has tried hard to hid that fact.

"You tell me where he is! Right now!" Della snarled, and before any of them could react Della was on top of Webby pulling at her feathers and shaking her head violently from side to side saying over and over. 'Where's Dewey? Where is my baby?!"

"MOM!" Huey and Louie shouted in shock, they had never seen their mother act that way. Donald apparently didn't either because he was frantically trying to pull his twin off her.

Webby's eyes stung with tears at the pain that was coming from her being jerked around by Della. Huey quickly pulled her towards him and all three quickly jumped up from the sofa, all with scared and frighten looks on their faces.

"Della Duck! That was uncalled for!" Scrooge finally shouted.

"I don't care!" Della shouted back as Donald continued to hold onto her tightly as she tried again to get at Webby. "She knows where my boy is, and she knows more then she's telling us!"

"That may be, but Della, violence isn't the answer! Look at the poor kid! You have her scared to death!" Donald scolded.

"She's sixteen, Donald! She's practically almost an adult if she can't take the heat from her own actions, then she should just get out of this house!"

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