The Spy that Loves Me

Chapter 8

"So, any luck on finding your Grandpa?" Dewey asked, after a long moment of silence. 

Gosalyn looked out into the St.Canard skyline as the first speck of light hit it. They had been out on the skyline all night talking, and watching the world go by. 

"No. Bulba made sure not to leave any more traces of him since last time we faced off." Gosalyn muttered bitterly. "How about you? Found what you are looking for yet?" She asked. 

Dewey bit his bottom bill. 

"Not really. I thought I did -. By finding Dad -. But -." He stopped and glanced behind him at a still sleeping Webby on the couch. 

Gosalyn followed his gaze and smiled warmly as she squeezed his shoulder gently. 

"Do what you gotta do, Dewey. I'll watch over her, make sure she doesn't do anything stupid." Gosalyn told him. 

Dewey sighed tiredly and got up. 

It was time for him to leave. 

"Mind if I use W.A.N.D.A for a bit first?" Dewey asked. Gosalyn raised an eyebrow. "I, I gotta check up on something." He informed her. 

"Sure, go on ahead." She said, waving him in the direction. "I'll stay here and keep and eye on Pinkie." 

"Thanks, Gos." Dewey said. 

"I'll text you if she wakes up." She added. 

Dewey nodded as he climbed down the loft and down into the bunker that was Darkwing Ducks headquarters. He ignored the narrowed eyes of Darkwing himself who had just gotten up out of bed and jumped into the computer chair. 

"Hello, again, Dewford. Good to see you again." The computer said. 

"Nice to hear you to W.A.N.D.A can you look up the location of the S.H.U.S.H members for me and fax them to me?" Dewey asked. 

"Anything for you, Dewey." W.A.N.D.A answered. 

Dewey blushed a little. 

Over the years W.A.N.D.A has developed some sort of tolerance for certain people. Him, Darkwing, Launchpad, and Gosalyn were the only ones other then Fenton who had made most of Darkwing's stuff and gadgets and W.A.N.D.A felt the need to comply certain ways of communicating with them. For some reason W.A.N.D.A's way with Dewey seemed more flirtatious then anything making it extremely embarrassing for him and only hoped Webby would never find that out. 

But knowing how good she is at figuring him and other stuff out, it will be most likely and Dewey wasn't looking forward to that conversation.

He heard the familiar sound of the fax machine and jumped up out of the chair and snatched it from the tray. 

"Hope you ain't planning on bringing the whole organization to it's knees. Dewford." Darkwing said, crossing his arms and glaring at him. "J Gander and I are close friends so if you mess with them you mess with me rather or not Gosalyn approves or not." He snarled at him. 

Dewey rolled his eyes. 

"I get the message, Drake, but this isn't about that." Dewey insisted. "Someone is a traitor among S.H.U.S.H and most likely the one who killed Benita Beakly, also known as Agent 22. I have a mission to complete, before I do the one assigned to me. I will not allow another day of Webby going through the pain of not knowing. I; of all people, know how that feels." He finished his speech just as his phone buzzed. 

He picked it up and glanced at it. 

She's Awake! The text told him. 

"Look, I gotta go." Dewey said, and quickly made it to the door before Drake decided to grab his arm making him look back at him.