This is my fight song, take back my life song

[moneymatters]

Scrooge stood near the window that looked out onto the city, high enough in the Manor that he could see better past the sprawling grounds of his home. Sunrise would be soon; somewhere out there, men had been carted off to jail from a warehouse complex. In his home various innocent parties slept- or tried to sleep -but no matter how much he himself had tried to settle down, he couldn't do it.

So he stood and watched, ostensibly to see the dawn break, but really he was just too anxious to rest.

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[takeittothebridge]

With another laugh of his own, he strummed a few more chords on the guitar.

"....I wonder how one would check for something like that."

[gobetween]

He thought a moment. "Would it be written down anywhere that you could check on your own?"

[takeittothebridge]

"...Maybe, but I'd have to find someone who could look into that. Though I'm pretty sure Uncle Scrooge would have those kind of resources."

[gobetween]

"Scrooge has a whole lot of things, eh?" He waved a hand slightly. "That's how it seems anyway, just from the little bits I've seen so far."

[takeittothebridge]

"That's for sure." He snickered a bit. "Honestly, it'd be easier to count what Uncle Scrooge doesn't have."