Part 1
An unpleasant vision.
That was what Lena experienced when she suddenly woke up and realised she was still in the basement of the amphitheatre. A sudden tropical storm? Some people suddenly went out of it? Lena had so many questions about the questionable dream, but she got no time to think longer as Magica showed up out of nowhere.
"You know that shadows need sleep too, right?" Magica asked. "What are you doing, standing up in the middle of the night and doing absolutely nothing useful for me so far?"
"Gosh, Aunt Magica!" Lena was annoyed. "I'm not a mindless dweeb that doesn't have feelings or affection, alright? I have things to worry about too!"
"Your feelings don't matter." Magica said sternly. "What matters is that you get me that dime so I can return to my former glory and destroy Clan McDuck!"
Lena tried to argued, but she was strangled by Magica, and couldn't say a word. She reluctantly accepted to lose the argument and went back to bed. However, she still couldn't stop thinking about that vision. Was she actually getting insane? Or is it actually going to happen one day? Lena refused to think more about it and went to sleep.
And Magica woke her up. Again.
Since the day Lena was casted at the fateful Mount Vesuvius, she never got enough sleep. Even if she got to take a break from Magica's so-called missions, she would always get disturbed later on every single occasions she could imagine. This extreme habit made her a caffeine addict, and she had been drinking coffee on an hourly basis. At one point she fainted and the McDuck family had to take her to a local hospital, which embarrassed Magica and told her that she's a disgrace to the De Spell. That didn't bother her much however.
It was 5 in the morning when Lena checked on the clock. "Aunt Magica, it's 5 AM! What kind of drugs in the Shadow Realm did you get to call me this early?"
"Says the person that got addicted to caffeine." Magica muttered. "I have a new mission for you."
"Oh for crying out loud, just say it." Lena grunted.
"Not with that kind of attitude, Lena." Magica said. "I do not raise you for 12 years to be an addict!"
"Just. Say. It." Lena got irritated.
"Put this in Scrooge McDuck's Money Bin. Business hours don't start until 6." Magica plainly replied, and gave the red jewel to Lena. "Oh wait, are they going to an adventure later on?"
Lena nodded.
"Excellent." Magica said. "They will definitely bring back treasures after their adventure trip. Wait at the Manor, sneak the jewel in, and I shall finally have my grim vengeance!"
"You still didn't tell me how this thing works..." Lena began.
"What did I tell you, Lena?" Magica got irritated. "Follow what I say, and do not question about it whatsoever!"
"Yes, Aunt Magica." Lena replied unenthusiastically. "Stupid red jewel..."
"What did you just say?" Magica overheard.
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing."
oOo
"Looks like someone's a hugger after all."
"It's just me saving you." Lena replied, still hugging Webby. "Doesn't change the fact that I don't do hugs."
A few moments later, after they were all gone, Magica showed up again.
"Lena," Magica's voice was filled with anger, "we need. To talk."
"What do you mean 'we need to talk'?"
Magica immediately got frustrated and started to get into an argument with Lena. On their way back to the amphitheatre, both kept blaming each other and deflecting their responsibilities. Finally, the shadow decided to find a reasonable counter-argument.
"Okay... but you had the dime in your grasp!"
"No, your crazy shark had the dime in its throat, so excuse me if I didn't want to be eaten!" Lena argued back.
"You would've probably survived! But you cared more about your stupid 'friends' than you did about your own family!"
"Your shark was out of control." Lena continued. "The dime does neither of us any good if I'm dead. I had no choice."
"You had a choice, and you chose wrong!" Magica lectured. "You're not supposed to think. You're supposed to follow orders."
QoQ
Lena immediately woke up, and was losing her breath. Touching her head, she realised she was sweating intensely. Still panting, she quickly jumped out of her bed, and saw that her clothes were all wet. Looking at her phone, it was 8:30 in the morning, but... two days after the talk. What exactly happened next? was the question that kept boggling in her head.
Lena decided to think about that later, as she had other things to worry about. She changed her clothes and went out of the amphitheatre, seemingly unaware of the changes on those two days. Walking across the street, Lena still tried to remember the last half of the conversation, while still thinking about the same weird dream that she experienced.
Arrived at the McDuck Manor, she was greeted by Mrs. Beakley, and went inside. She needed to talk to Webby about this - the last thing she wanted was not being able to know what exactly happened to herself. Her way to the attic was interrupted by Louie, however.
"Hey, Green," Lena said, "what do you want?"
"Oh, just wanna say thanks for the tip you gave me yesterday," Louie replied playfully, then nudged her, "you know what I mean."
"Okay?" Lena was extremely confused.
"I guess you have a sleepy night. In that case I won't bother you anymore."
Louie then went away, still holding and looking at a twenty-dollar bill like it was his prized possession in years. Lena was understandably still confused - she didn't remember meeting Louie yesterday. Puzzled about the situation, she went upstairs and opened the attic door.
QoQ
Lena immediately woke up, and was losing her breath. Touching her head, she realised she was sweating intensely. The only thing she could remember was opening the attic door, then left the Manor. That doesn't make sense, I was supposed to talk with Webby... Lena thought, and she now had more things to worry about. Reaching for her phone, it was another 8:30... PM?
It was no longer the question about whether or not she remember what happened anymore. She was sane (well, except when caffeine addiction kicked in), and the fact that she remembered everything until she woke up in bed in an instant wasn't normal at all. Investigating her phone, she saw that there were new contacts inside the phone. All of the numbers were encrypted, and all are written as Agent with numbers in it. However, one contact really shifted her attention. It was also an encrypted number, but the name of the contact was only in three letters, 'DBB'.
Lena was almost certain that someone had been using her phone, but then again it was impossible for someone to know her phone's password - not even Webby knew about it. She decided to get some evidence for herself. Her clothes were once again wet, so she quickly changed it and left the amphitheatre.
"A phone shop should be nearby..." Lena thought, and sure enough, when she looked to her left, a local phone shop was there.
"Greetings," the shopkeeper said, "the name's Drake Mallard, certified tech professional from St. Canard, how may I help you?"
"I need to see if the phone has been tampered by someone else," Lena went straight into the problem, "since I've seen new contacts that I obviously did not add."
"Alright, just give me a moment, I'll do a quick check on the phone and the results should come as soon as possible."
Drake hooked the phone to his computer, and sure enough, the phone was now in a quick check state. Lena decided to have a chat with Drake while she was waiting.
"So, Drake," Lena asked, "what exactly brought you here to Duckburg? You said you're from St. Canard right?"
"Yes," Drake replied happily, "I am indeed from St. Canard. My original pursue to Duckburg, however, was not tech like you may think. You see, I'm an avid fan of the original Darkwing Duck TV series, and I've always dreamt of one day being an actor to finish the great Jim Starling's legacy. Numerous attempts to reboot the show have been made, and every time they announced that, I signed up for an audition - but they all failed to do something about it, and the audition was never commenced."
He then sighed. "I just hoped that one day, a new studio will seize the opportunity to do it and actually make something out of it. In the meantime, I decided to open this phone shop and sell mid-range products for regular citizens at Duckburg. However, I can also provide tech support, like what you requested just now."
"I daresay you would be a great actor, Drake." Lena cheered him up.
"Thank you for your kind words." Drake gratefully replied. "Oh, by any chance, may I know your name?"
"Lena." She replied. "Lena LeStrange."
"Well, Miss LeStrange, you do have a good heart. I wish you success in your pursue to your own dream."
"Just call me Lena."
The phone rang. "Oh, it's done! Let me just take a look real quick..."
Drake plugged the phone out of his computer, then looked through the computer screen. As he scrolled down, he was visibly confused at the result. After a while, he gave Lena her phone back, still unsure of what to say.
"So, uh," he finally began, "apparently it was you who added those contacts. There's no sign of anyone else attempting to hijack your phone by any ways possible. You sure you didn't remember to add any of these contacts?"
"I'm very certain." Lena replied, with no sign of trembling in her voice whatsoever.
"Well, maybe the quick check wasn't enough." Drake said, then looked at the time. "But then again, it's nine o'clock now, which means I unfortunately have to close the store. Come back tomorrow, our opening hours at the morning are from 8 o'clock to 11 o'clock, so if you could come at those times, that will be better to do a full check!"
"Thanks Drake, I appreciated your help!"
"No problem Lena!" Drake replied as he waved Lena goodbye.
oOo
Lena couldn't really sleep - she was still thinking at the quick check's result. She would certainly remembered adding those contacts in, but the time was 9:32 PM, two days ago, and she was presumably sleeping at that time. It was impossible for her to add new contacts, which made her get even more frustrated at this mysterious addition, something she clearly did not do.
Looking at her broken mirror, she sighed, and threw it on the floor. The mirror broke even more, but she didn't care. She was too tired now to do anything. She took a sip of coffee, then laid down on the floor, with shattered glasses right beside her.
A reflection appeared in the mirror, and she was smiling.
Maliciously.