Lucy's POV

"Well, well, well..." I heard someone say behind me. Their voice had an edge to it, like a sharp, cold knife. I instantly knew who it was. "It seems my secret, kept hidden for about fifty years was finally discovered. And by who? Some teenage ghost hunters." She spit out the words like they were poison.

"Hello, Penelope. Or should I say Marissa." Lockwood rounded on her, rapier at the ready. Unfortunately for him, and for all of us, is what we failed to realize. Marissa wasn't alone. She had an army of lackeys behind her, each with a gun or a rapier. Some had both.

"I suggest that you back down peacefully. If not we have ways to make you corporate." She nodded at the army behind her. "Take the easy way out. We can wipe your memories of all this, you'll work for Fittes and that will be the end of it. Besides you're just kids, what could you possibly do against me and my army. You don't stand a chance." That's when I decided to speak up.

"Listen Marissa. I don't know what you're thinking, but Lockwood and Co does not go down without a fight. And it's actually you who doesn't stand a chance."

"You tell her Lucy!" The skull whispered to me from inside my backpack. For once he was on our side. "You wouldn't believe what a bore she is. Imagine having to talk to her for days on end. It was simply exhausting. I, for one, will be very happy when she dies." That's when I heard a gunshot go off. Chaos ensued. I saw George fighting rapier to rapier against someone who was twice his weight. Now that's really saying something. Holly had managed to disarm a Fittes lackey and was now madly shooting at the enemy. Lockwood, Flo and Kipps were all holding off Sir Isaac. That's when I saw the ghost bombs going off. The odds will never be in our favor, will they?

I felt my backpack fall off my back. I was so busy slashing at the Visitors that I didn't even see where the Skull was. I saw a Wraith sneaking up behind George. I cut it into shreds using an intricate pattern I'd practiced earlier. It seemed like a lifetime ago, even though it was only a day. How does so much happen in a day? Ugh, just the ordinary life of an agent I guess. I felt a slow chill creeping up my legs. I was ghost touched. I couldn't move. Which was just great, because Marissa was walking straight towards me, gun in hand.

"Ah, look who it is. The famous Lucy Carlyle. Isn't it funny? I'm going to become the most famous agent again. Upon your death that is." She aimed her gun at me. "You know Lucy, you and I aren't that different. Both incredible agents. Yet you chose the wrong side. We could have worked together. Such a shame it had to end this way. Oh well, say la vie. And you can't even defend yourself. This will be to easy." She put her index finger to the trigger. All the ghosts I've fought and I'm brought down by a mad woman and a cold, steel weapon. Ironic, isn't it. You can face your worst fears but it's what you never expected that brings you to your knees. That's when I heard my name.

"LUCY!" I looked over and saw the ghost jar had been cracked open. That when everything went dark.

Skull's POV

I saw Marissa pointing the gun at Lucy and something came over me. A feeling I had never experienced before. I actually cared about someone. That crazy woman was about to kill my best friend. My only friend. And I wasn't about to stand by. But what could I do? I was stuck in this jar. That's when I realized there was a split in the silver glass. I was free! I half floated half ran to where Marissa was. I stood between her and Lucy. I assumed she could hear me.

"Listen, I don't know who you think you are, but you are not about to shoot her."

"It's you... what do you think you're doing? You wouldn't do anything to me. I'm you're friend, you're ONLY friend." Marissa said.

"You were never my friend. And you never will be. Lucy on the other hand, is. And I am not going to let you harm her."

"Enough of this. When this is over, you're going to be thrown in the furnace. I don't care that you're a type three. Or better yet we'll bury you somewhere and you'll be by yourself forever!" I was getting sick of her yammering. So I did the only logical think someone in my position would do. I ghost touched her.

Lockwood's POV

I looked around frantically. Where was Lucy? Then I saw her. The barrel of a gun aimed at her head. The gun was in the hand of none other than that low down, despicable, disgrace of a human being Marissa Fittes. But there was something strange about the scene. Marissa was turning blue. Ghost-touch. Isn't that ironic? And then, upon more careful inspection, I saw the source of the ghost lock. I recognized the teenager that stood between Lucy and Fittes but I couldn't quite place where I had seen it before. But then it came to me. When Luce and I were on the other side and couldn't find the chains, that same ghost pointed us out. It was leaning against the crates where the ghost jar was in our world... And then it clicked. That was the ghost in the jar, and he was protecting Lucy form Fittes.

Skull's POV

It was in the moment I ghost touched Fittes that my powers as a type three ghost really came into play. I floated into the air and when I did, all the other ghosts did too. I was able to control them. Which was perfect, for the plan I was about to unleash.