Flying; even her father’s strict caution couldn’t keep Gosalyn’s spirits down for long, not when it came with permission to use the Arrow-copters: the one-person, collapsible, whirligigs she and Honker favoured for long distance and aerial patrol. The vehicles Darkwing and Launchpad made specially for Honker and herself, but scarcely ever gave them permission to use. Not the fastest way to fly, but they did offer stability, mobility, and the only way to cross the bay without a ferry ticket. She’d happily fly them to the grocery store, if her dad would let her."Twice" Honker said."Huh?" Gosalyn asked. Her mind elsewhere; focused on the case. She knew this was her long-awaited chance to impress her father with both her ability to follow rules and her ability to ad-lib the rules."He …show more content…
That was the thought in mind when she kicked out the ventilation grate and dropped down, bow at the ready and an arrow already knocked."Okay Quackerjack! We're on to you so you better start talking!" her voice must have betrayed her anger since Quackerjack was already shaking like a leaf."Oh m-my they didn't say anything a-b-bout this." The voice, was —not— Quackerjack. It was calm, well enunciated, soothing and bore a strong, British accent, complete with charmingly befuddled stutter."Ohhhh-kay you’re clearly not Quackerjack. Which means I just spent an hour crawling through vents for nothing." Gosalyn said. She could feel the heat of her temper rising to her face, though there was a bit of relief mixed in. Something was fishy, which meant she got to be the one asking questions. The frown, became a smile and the smile spread to a grin. She knew exactly how she was going to get her answers."Uhm sir, for your own safety I strongly recommend you tell us everything we need to know before she starts snickering.” Honker said. He was not threatening, he was earnestly pleading.Quackerfake’s hands were up. "It's