#widlwing flashblade

“I'm, uh, not an expert on this sort of thing Wildwing.” Tanya said as she looked over at her computer, the screen was just covered in moving data moving at who knows, numbers and letters per second. It got Wildwing to thinking: how can someone read so much data so quickly and effortlessly? She looked over at a small printer that began to pour out data in a long single strip of paper, she skimmed it over and nodded, “But what I'm getting from this is that the mask is using some kind of DNA recognition.” Tanya looked over at the mask that had a couple of stickers with wires sticking out of it and fed into the super computer in 'her' room. Drake was nice enough to let Wildwing use it for three hours again, so the captain thought that he can use those hours to study the mask some more and hopefully gain the upper hand. “Sort of like, uh, he embedded the mask with a sample of blood more than likely so that when it comes across his hand or grip it recognizes it instantly.”

“Alright...” Wildwing began rubbing the back of his neck anxiously, “Drake said something about the mask recording everything since we reprogrammed it. I was wondering if there was a way we can find out where the data for that is held and possibly delete it?” Tanya cocked a brow and nodded unquestionably before typing some more into the super computer,

“Well anything can be deleted Wildwing, but you got to remember that anything can be recovered too.” She turned her attention back to the mask and began taking off the stickers, “But I'm afraid that it's very close to three hours, I would need at least half an hour to find that kind of data and collect it, review it, and then delete the selected frames. But unfortunately even that's risky, uh, since I'm not as educated with the inner-workings of the mask.” the captain nodded, grabbing the mask back from her to examine it. Even if he didn't create the mask it was in his possession for five years, he came second for knowing all there is to it...but if only he can find a way to get through the defense mechanism himself, that way he can be the only one to review the data inside and destroy it to save himself from anymore embarrassment.

“Wait, so, could there be a way that I can also embed my DNA into the mask?” the scientist thought for a moment, looking over at her computer again and this time scrolling the data up and down, she nodded ever so slowly as if she was questionable of her own decision.

“There might be a way, I can't see why not...” she kicked herself from the desk, letting the wheeled chair propel her to the other desk across the room and she looked inside, pulling out a small box similar looking to a rectangle box of saltine crackers. “These are carbon chips, similar to the same brand used in Drake's time.” she explained pulling one out and blew some dust off of it before handing it to her leader to look it over, Wildwing grabbed the thin piece of silicon and raised it to the light to see the shimmer of green, silver and yellow, “I can put your information on it so I might need a blood sample from you, that way I can collect data from your DNA and put it on the chip and then program it to the mask so it can pick up and—well you know, and recognize that it's you.”

“Sounds good.” Wildwing said handing the chip back to her, “So when can I give you the blood sample?” Tanya explained she'd have to find her old blood testing kits first so she'll let him know when he can come by and get his blood. “Wait, you have a blood testing kit? For what?”

“It was, um, a stupid phase.” the scientist stammered as she fumbled with her her purple-tinted visor. “My uncle got it for me for Christmas when I was fifteen and I just didn't feel like throwing it away.” Wildwing chuckled and thanked her for the help before he retreated into the hallway, mask still in hand—which got slightly warm, warning him that time was almost up. All this secret research and running around was going to all be worth it after he gets that clip deleted from the mask's recording and appoints himself back as the team's leader. The captain came across the living room where he saw Duke, Nosedive and Drake watching a news report on the TV about Dragaunus' invasion.

“It feels like just yesterday when Klegghorn didn't even believe us when we told him about Dragaunus.” Wildwing began as he stopped right behind the couch to watch the police chief give a complaint to a bunch of reporters and microphones, he hasn't come face to face with Klegghorn in a while but it seems as though he hasn't changed “Also, when he hated our guts.”

“I think he still does.” Nosedive coughed watching when Wildwing just walked over and dropped the mask into an unsuspecting Drake's lap, Drake caught it and looked puzzled at the retreating goalie before turning off the safety setting on it, “It seems that you two don't mind sharing the mask now bro.”

“I wouldn't call it sharing.” Wildwing said glancing at Drake in the doorway in between the living room and kitchen, the legend stared back though this time it was Wildwing who smiled mischievously. He didn't know why exactly why he did that but he did enjoy the continuing puzzled expression on Drake's face when he disappeared through the kitchen's doorway. “In the meantime, how about some lunch?” Nosedive stretched and got up from his seat,

“Nah, no thanks bro, I'm actually going to head out.” Wildwing looked over at his teenage brother curiously as the blonde walked towards the door, who stopped, turned back into the kitchen and grabbed a cookie from a jar on the counter that was scribbled with his name all over it. The teen turned back around and bolted out the door. “See ya!”

“And where is he going?” Duke asked looking at Wildwing, the older brother shrugged his shoulders, he trusted Nosedive not to do anything insanely stupid in public. Drake leaned back as he placed the mask on his face with a few presses of the buttons the eyes glowed blue as he reviewed his daily chunk of clips, since there was so many hours worth of clips to look over he decided to divide it up to a few hours a day, hopeful that he'll get five years of recording looked over.

“I heard that he was going skating with a pal of his.” The officer called as he rested his arms behind his head in a makeshift pillow, Duke looked over and joked,

“What are you? His brother-in-law now?”

“No, I saw it on his phone when he was sitting next to me.” commented the officer as he snapped his fingers at the eye patched player, “Observational skills.” Wildwing shook his head and couldn't help but laugh, he stopped for a moment to gather what Duke said and he threw a glare at the thief.

Damn it Duke, what was that supposed to mean?

– – –

“Whoa, you mentioned that your brother had one hell of a crush but damn.” a tan mallard with white tattoos on his neck commented, he fixed the red jacket he had on his shoulders as he watched his blonde friend skating up the quarter pipe and freezing at the small ledge before skating backwards and landing a flip, the other teen waved his legs over the side, letting his legs dangle. “I think you have the coolest brother in law amigo.”

“Brother in law, huh?” Nosedive asked skating and he jumped up onto the ledge, he thought and smiled, “Yeah, I like the sound of that...so,” he said turning to his friend, “since my brother practically adopted me, does that mean I can get my last name changed too if they get married or whatever?” the tattooed teen shrugged his shoulders, stretching his back a little from looking down at his phone for so long.

“I guess? I'm not a marriage councilor or anything, no lo se.” Nosedive sat down next to him and they watched a couple of other kids who had a bike make jumps and tricks on the volcano mound in the middle, both of them wincing when one fell off and slid across the pavement on his left side. No protective gear to soften his fall other then his parachute pants and shoes.

Oooooh, wipe-out. 

“So Julio-amigo-bro.” Nosedive said reaching into the small shoulder bag he had, he pulled out a comic book he had and waved it between Julio's face and his phone's screen. “Look what I scored from Thrash.”

“¡Ni hablar!” the teen gasped removing his gaze for the second time that day to look at the tattered looking book. “This is Ultra Duck: book seventeen! I haven't seen this since Puckworld, amigo!” Julio shook his head sadly as he tsk'd, he had been on Earth for only two years but the last time he's seen one of the biggest comic books on Puckworld it had only been on book eight. He carefully examined the burnt edges. “Where did Loco even get his hands on this?” Nosedive laughed shaking his head,

“Word on the street is that the creator made his way through the Limbo a few weeks back, this was the only thing he had on him. This. Exact. Comic.” He laughed some more when Julio made a rather large rant in Spanish, from what he made out it was fragments of 'This is not true' and 'We need to find him'. “Sometimes I can't even understand you–but then I do understand you.” Nosedive joked, he rolled his eyes seeing that as soon as his friend's interest came about the 'Lord of Comics' coming to Earth, just as a text message came ringing in he practically dropped the book and gave all full attention to his phone. “And my brother thought I had the texting addiction, who are you texting now dude?”

“My madre.” Nosedive shrugged it off, he was getting the hang of Spanish so it wasn't like he was completely clueless, hanging around Julio continuously for two years straight really informed him on the other language. “But amigo, I gotta warn you.” the teen said finally putting his phone back in his pocket, “My hermano, the one in Chi-town? He says that you guys are screweeeeed.” Nosedive cocked a brow and asked 'oh really?' “Si yo, Juan says that the Chicago Blackhawks are gonna beat you to the Stanley finals, man. I'm worried, 'cause my familia, we're like, psychic. Insanely psychic.”

“Really?” Nosedive questioned with a small laugh, he was skeptical at first but when he recovered his thoughts he gasped remembering an important piece of information, “No way, your brother said that the team was going to get back together a few weeks ago right?”

“Yeah!”

“Oh hell no, tell your brother that's messed up.” Nosedive said covering his beak, how could've Juan, a guy living on the other side of America know that the Mighty Ducks were getting back together if he wasn't even here? There's got to be some psychic business involved. “I should tell Wing about this, oh man.” Julio took out his phone and texted a message, which was replied in a matter of seconds afterward,

“He says 'I told you'.”

“Tell him 'fuck you too'.”

“Ok, ok.” Julio laughed after texting his brother he pressing the button on the top to save battery life and turned to his friend, “But en serio Dive, I wanted to ask you.” Nosedive began to tie his laces tighter on his shoes/skates hybrid, “The psychic thing is not always cool, because you see things you don't want to...are you scared of blood?” Nosedive looked up at his friend and shook his head, asking why, Julio hesitated looking down at his hands to flip his Miiphone in between his fingers, “Because amigo....I saw blood, a lot, coming you and your teams way. I wanted to warn you--”

“I know.” Julio looked up surprised and Nosedive just flashed him a smile, “I mean, when you play hockey you gotta get yourself ready for accidents. Once, I saw this dude get hit right in the beak—blood everywhere!” The teenagers hesitated before bursting out into laughter, Julio sighed and patted Nosedive's shoulder,

“Dive, I don't care what happens, you're mi mejor amigo.”

“Thanks dude.” Nosedive said patting his friend's shoulder too, “I'm going to think you said best friend...unless you just swore at me then I might have to punch your skates off.” they both laughed and Julio said no that he got it right, they continued to stare out looking over the skate park. Admiring the people who walked by on the path in the park or others trying out moves on skate boards, skates and bikes, Nosedive sighed. “Look, you don't have to worry about me alright? The team and I can handle a lot of stuff, we survived the invasion, the resistance, the Limbo – there's nothing we can't do.” Julio nodded and looked over to the side, making a soured face and groaning,

“Puta de meirta...”

“Julio! The profanity! I am shocked!” Nosedive gasped and looked around the skater park, “Who is it? Is it that douche that thinks he can olie?”

“No amigo.” Julio said leaning over to whisper, “That cougar with the out-dated purple hair, I saw her here a couple of times for almost a week.” Nosedive looked around closer and saw the backside of a female, long purple hair going down her back, “She's loca man, she came up to me asking a lot of weird questions and flirting...bruja.” when the woman turned around the blonde teen's blood ran cold and he went pale, “Amigo, you alright?”

“That's...” he began turning his attention around so she wouldn't see his face, “Lucretia DeCoy.” Julio gasped looking back and then looked at his friend, he might've never fought bad guys before but everyone on Puckworld had heard of the infamous double-crosser Lucretia, even if they hadn't seen her before everyone knew and strived to stay away from the 'Saurian Lover'. He whispered if they should get out of there. “Yeah, lets get the hell out of here.” they wasted no time, pushing himself off to skate down the slope, they hurried to the fence and didn't bother opening the little gate, they caught speed and just jumped over it leaving through the backside of the skate park. “Dude, I can't believe that she's here–the last time we saw her she was thrown into the Limbo by Dragaunus! Man bro's going to lose his shit when he hears this.”

“Want me to call Juan? He might shed some light.” Nosedive thought for a moment as they stopped at a streetlight and then he nodded, saying sure and that they can go to The Pond. Julio grabbed his phone and called his brother, they conversed in a mix of English and Spanish, too advanced for Nosedive to pick up before the tattooed skater looked over, “Juan says that they're looking for your brother's boyfriend.”

“Drake.” Nosedive gasped and nodded, “That means that–wait, 'they're'?? There's more?”

“An old guy, cracked beak.” he said mumbling out a goodbye to his brother and then nodded, hanging up, “Juan says we're ok but things don't look good, yo. I got a bad vibe.”

“Cool, perfect.” Nosedive groaned skating pass a couple that walked on the sidewalk, “Bro finally gets someone and they're the legend of all legends, being tracked down, oh and the main target for Dragaunus...what else?” Julio shrugged his shoulders, yeah that did sound bad, he should probably try to lighten the mood with a joke.

“Maybe when we get to the Pond the food will be gone?”

“No, dude, stop, that's scary.” Ok so maybe they both have different definitions for joke. When the two teens got to the Pond they ignored Phil who was threatening them to stop skating in doors and made it down to the HQ, Nosedive stopped and kicked his skates off while his friend tapped his heel to make the wheels vanish inside the sole of his shoes. “Bro? Bro!”

“In the kitchen, Dive.” the two teens made their way into the kitchen and Wildwing looked at the two boys confused as he was beginning to put lunch's leftovers away, “Are you ok it looks like you ran a mil--” he stopped when Nosedive ran up to him and hugged him,

“Oh thank DuCaine, there's even food here.” Wildwing blinked and looked at the other tired teen, greeting him, the boy smiled sheepishly and nodded hi, “Oh, bro this is Julio. He's a pal of mine from the skate park, he and his family is all psychic and stuff and his bro said that we're going to lose against the Blackhawks but–oh yeah, the important thing is that Lucretia DeCoy is back.”

“What?!” Wildwing gasped as he served Nosedive a plate and another one for Julio, the two teenagers did what teenagers do and didn't hesitate to dig into the cooked pasta. “Wait, was it a 'psychic' thing or did you actually see her?”

“Señor, we saw her, at the skate park.” Julio said and thanked him for the food as he and Nosedive both took a large sigh of air before continuing to eat, Wildwing swore under his breath at the thought of the biggest betrayer returning and turned over to Canard who was sitting in the kitchen keeping him company,

“Canard, have you ever heard of Lucretia DeCoy?”

“Who hasn't?” Canard spat shaking his head, “Double crosser, two timing—yeah, I've heard of her. And witnessed her double-crossing ways a little too personally.”

“And her hairstyle has gotten even cheesier.” Nosedive said both him and Julio making a face as they remember her image, “Not to mention her clothes gotten even tackier, I wonder if that's what happened to her in the Limbo.”

“Oh...kay? Anyways, she pulled one hell of a move back in the resistant camp that's for sure. She's not one to be taken lightly no matter on what account.” Canard commented with a sigh and looked at the two shaken-up teens, “So do you know what she wants?”

“Actually...” Nosedive began and looked at Julio for a moment, who nodded back in assurance and went back to eating the pasta, “Julio's brother says that he's looking for Drake.”

“I've heard about him by the way Señor,” Julio said looking up at Wildwing, “you have a really cool boyfriend and don't worry, Nosedive told me to keep it a secret.” Wildwing's face grew red and he glared over at Canard and Nosedive, his childhood friend was covering his beak poorly hiding the snickers and Nosedive who just shrugged his shoulders innocently and went back to finishing up his pasta, at least he told him to keep it on low key.

“I would say thanks but we're not together. Not to mention I wish I would've known this sooner before we let Drake out to the station. Klegghorn called him in to do a late night shift or something.” Wildwing stopped himself and nodded, knowing what he had to do he left the kitchen and into the living room. The two teens and Canard looked over passed the doorway to see him put on his jacket and his shoes,

“Where are you going?” Canard asked with a cocked brow, Wildwing adjusted the jacket so it covered his chest and tapped the tips of his boots to get his shoes to fit more snug,

“Out.”

“Out where?”

“To go warn Drake, bring him back more than likely—you know—make sure he doesn’t die and all that.” Wildwing popped the collar of his jacket and leaned in a little to get a better view of Nosedive and his friend at the kitchen table, “Anything else I should know guys?”

“Don't forget to give Drake a hello kiss--” Canard was stopped when a pillow came flying in from the living room smacking right into his face with a farewell from Wildwing who left with an embarrassed slam of the door. Julio looked over at Nosedive who stared back and asked if his brother was going to be alright.