Ch.16: The Enemy Appears

Silence gripped the thick tension hanging in the air as the Duck Avenger stealthily slipped his way through the vents of Glomgold Industries, stopping to drop down only when he was certain he had found the billionaire's main office/room.

For the second richest duck in the world, Donald had to admit that Glomgold had pretty lousy security. One would have had more trouble hacking through Scrooge's solid security system than Glomgold's pitiful defense. Despite that complaint though, this only made breaking in that much easier. Now was the time to get some answers, as Donald poked around, searching for any evidence he could possibly find.

As he searched, thoughts about the all of the events that had previously happened swirled restlessly in his mind. First, there been that brutal attack on Alley, then One calling him back to tower reporting that mysterious monsters had appeared. Monsters, it seemed, that could come and go whenever they pleased.

Each time they attacked had been strange, flashing a symbol across Donald's mind that the hero swore he had seen before. Whoever was pulling the strings behind this, Donald was sure that they knew that he and the Duck Avenger were one in the same. Why else would they attack his nephew's new pet, and then Ms. Beakley, Scrooge's kind-hearted housekeeper who would never harm a fly?

Donald thought about all of the people who he had shared the secret of being the Duck Avenger with, but none of them seemed to be right. Who else then would a motive to lure him out of retirement, making him appear like a villain to his family and friends?

Snapping out of his thoughts, Donald finally found what he believed to be looking for. A news article from years in the past, back when the Phantomallard and his friends took care of the crime in Duckburg.

In what appeared to be an appreciation ceremony, Glomgold's grandfather stood proudly in the picture, handing over a golden statue to the tremendous trio, a sinister smirk curling onto his beak.

The strange symbol that kept appearing could easily be made out, engraved on the statue's form, yet it was the likeness of the statue that struck recognition within Donald. Recognition, as well as fear.

That specter!…It…It couldn't be!

Yet it was. Donald growled. How? How could it have escaped from T.N.T?!

"About time you figured it out," creeped out an unexpected voice from behind the duck.

Before Donald could turn around and confront the threat, a supernatural force suddenly slammed into him hard, knocking the mallard out cold. Consciousness stayed for about two seconds, then everything faded to black.