Ferreting out Crime!

[fearlessferret]

"'Kay Wonder Weasel, we are totally clear!"

[/b] Sticking to the shadows cast by Epcot City and it's bulbous, stretched and looming buildings, The Fearless Ferret, his back pressed against the wall crept forwards, his voice a low whisper. Wonder Weasel, his tiny sidekick, perched upon his shoulder gave a squeaky grunt in reply, before nodding his head pointedly and springing to the ground.

"Misson Uno! Track down the perp's entrance! Mission two, stalk 'em like a Monkey Ninja and we got this crime totally foiled already buddy!"[/b] His eyes narrowing with determination and a wide smirk making it's way across his face, TFF continued forwards, Wonder Weasel sniffing eagerly at the floor beneath them, searching for a trail...[/blockquote]

[Savage]

Unbeknownst to the Fearless Ferret and Wonder Weasel, another superhero was also in the vicinity.

Duck Avenger wasn't the only detective the Dream League had! Delbert Doppler prided himself on his intelligence and logic, and wanted to try his hand at something that required more brainpower then brawn. He was getting better and better at this sneaking around thing; considering that he had once lived his life on the run, it probably shouldn't come as a surprise.

As usual, Delbert didn't bother to wear a costume. He really didn't have anything to hide, since he wasn't even from this world in the first place. He was on the trail of the Liquidator, the aquatic-based crook. He was rather surprised to see the other figure skulking about, which seemed to be a young man in some sort of animal costume (he missed seeing Wonder Weasel entirely due to the rodent's diminutive size).

Initially, Delbert didn't quite know how to react, and just stood there watching the boy from his vantage point. Did superheroes get mad when other heroes moved in on their cases, he wondered? Delbert wasn't terribly social, so he didn't quite know everybody in the League by name as a result, but he was certain that there was no character who dressed like a -- his eyes narrowed as he tried to pin down just what sort of creature the teen was dressed as -- weasel? Badger? Ferret?

Wait -- perhaps this person wasn't even a hero! What if he was in league with the Liquidator?

Ignoring the suspicious rumblings at what could have been a new foe in his mind, which were coming from his id Savage, Delbert approached the other vigilante from behind at an angle. He stopped short, not wanting to get any closer in case the other person was really a threat.

"Who are you? Are you with the Liquidator?" He demanded in a harsh whisper, eying the boy with suspicion.

[Dreamchild]

There was yet another superhero nearby--to be more precise, a heroine. It was one of the Dream League's youngest members, Dreamchild, England's Dream Come True. The pretty, masked girl was on a roof, silently peering down on both someone she recognized (Dr. Delbert Doppler, better known as his alter ego Savage), and a complete stranger in a costume. While (in her opinion, at least) Dreamchild's costume was dignified, the stranger's costume was humorous to her.

From her hidden location on the rooftop, she couldn't hear Delbert's query. She thought for a second of speaking to him telepathically, but she decided to wait and see what happens. She didn't quite know what to make of Delbert, for she had only known him briefly. All she knew was that he turned into a kind of monster whenever he's agitated enough.

If he's really like that, she thought to herself solemnly, I must try not to upset him.