The Spy that Loves Me

Chapter 34

It was just Dewey's luck to have his mother cry onto his shoulder. Just his luck for his Dad to stroll in just then, looking the most angry he's ever seen him, and just his luck for his Dad to slap him across the face for snapping at him, for his mother to come at Lance with fire in her eyes, and for Lance to drag Della away by the feathers on her head, making her cry even harder. 

As Dewey struggled quickly to pick himself up, he shakily picked up his gun and pointed it at Lance. 

Lance heard the click of the gun and slowly turned to face his son and his frown on his face that was caused by his anger slowly turned into a sly smile. 

"You gonna shoot me, son?" Lance asked, yanking hard on Della's scalp making her yelp loudly. 

Dewey closed his eyes. 

He didn't want to shoot anyone. 

He wasn't that strong. 

Not really. 

But his mother was crying. But his hand was also shaking. He couldn't aim even if he wanted too. 

He slumped down to his knees in defeat and Lance scoffed. 

"Always knew you were weak." He told him. 

Lance turned to leave with Della but froze when he saw two other small ducklings in front of them. Della's heart swelled when she noticed Louie and Webby through her blurry tears. 

"He's not weak." Louie snarled at him, holding up his own gun. 

Louie had quickly dragged Webby away from Gandra's apartment a few seconds after she was done crying, and pushed his golden Khopesh, (after a urgent demanded from Gandra to leave her be, and find Dewey and his mother), and well, here they were, standing face to face with the man Louie come to know as his father. 

"He's just Dewey." Louie continued, not taking his eyes the smug look on his father's face. 

"You must be Llewellyn, then." Lance said, "Honestly though, I would have thought you'd be the first to join F.O.W.L but it turns out Dewey was. Imagine my surprise when we first met. But, not so surprising that he'd turn out worthless..."  

Louie gritted his teeth and shot at Lance, missing him (on purpose) shattering the side way glass behind them. The broken glass making a maze between Lance, Della, and Dewey who still remained inside the room. 

"You don't get to talk about Dewey that way." Louie snarled. "Only I  do." He added, clicking the gun again, getting ready to fire it right between his eyes.

Webby shivered slightly. 

After shooting Toxic, she felt a shift inside Louie, and she didn't like it. It was as if something inside Louie snapped. He hadn't been scared, or frantic after the fact that he had actually killed someone. In fact, he had a bit of pride in his voice when Webby asked if he was alright before they left Gandra's apartment. 

As if -. As if Louie enjoyed the killing. 

Not that Webby didn't mind that Louie killed Toxic. She was worried about what that had done to her friend, mentally. 

"What you gonna do about it, short stack?" Lance snarled back. He held Della up close to him, using her as a shield. "If your gonna shoot me, go right ahead -." 

Webby clinched Louie's Khopesh as she watched Dewey blink his eyes and slowly started to stand back up. He was trembling but he held out his arm that was attached to the hand only the gun, and aimed it at Lance's back.  He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then opened them.