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Chapter 6

The News Spreads

Tucker sat alone in his room, lights low and static blaring. A cable had come unplugged behind his desk causing a loud noise that he chose to ignore. It seemed to him perfect for the mood. Tucker hadn't been well in the time since Danny's death. He had at first found comfort in Sam, being close friends and sharing in this great loss. But as time went on and life continued, they no longer comforted each other. Sam had completely separated herself from humanity as a whole and now barely even spoke to Tucker. So Tucker had been left alone in his pain, completely devoting himself to his vast collection of tech.

Over the past three years helping Danny battle the ghosts that plagued their town, Tucker had quickly realized he was not a fighter. While Sam insisted on aiding Danny on the front line whenever possible, armed with whatever ghost weaponry they had hoarded, Tucker fell back on his technological skills to aid the fight. With access to the Fenton database and his own impressive home system, he had made a vast and powerful network of sensors and cameras all over the town. With this he was able to give Danny up to date info on his surroundings, enemy abilities, and the movements of ghost hunters while he fought. He was even able to detect the location of ghosts in town with a much greater accuracy than either the Guys In White or the Fenton's.

Needless to say, most of these systems where shut down shortly after Danny's death. Tucker simply wanting to forget what had been lost. So it was barely more than three months after Danny's death that Tucker sat alone in his room one Saturday morning when one of the few remaining systems started beeping.

Tucker barely noticed. He was tracing the circuitry in the back of his PDA looking for faults. There where none. The device worked perfectly. He simply kept checking. Numbing his mind and ignoring the pain, and the beeping. But slowly his concentration was pulled away from his work and to the softly glowing monitor in the corner. A sensor in Fentonworks had been triggered. The system had registered the labs shutdown shortly after the funeral and tucker had simply muted it. But now a higher priority alert overruled the muting. The power usage had skyrocketed. Not difficult as it had used next to none for months, but never the less the alarm blared.
Tucker slowly rolled his chair to the desk and inspected the screen. A small spark in his mind igniting. 'Why was Fentonworks up and running again? And at high capacity too. Had something happened? Was everybody ok? What where they building? Would it hurt someone else?...'

With this morbid thought stirring his long sluggish mind, Tucker began rebooting his sensor network and pulling up records. He needed to know what had happened in the last few months. As he loaded the ghost activity records for his time absent he was shocked at the minute amount of attacks. But it was understandable with no portal and no Danny. When he reached the newest records though, he would have sworn his heart stopped for a moment. Then he picked up his phone and dialed Sam. Turning and running out of his room while the phone still rang, he left his monitor displaying a large red dot over the amity park cemetery.
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Sam came to the Nasty Burger as instructed. Tucker had refused to say why but the passion in his voice had pulled her out her depression long enough to get her there. 'This had better be good. Tucker had better not be pulling some prank. There never funny. Usually just trying to get me and da-' Her thoughts broken in an instant. Shutting down completely she slumped into the corner booth of the aptly named fast food store. Simply pretending not to exist. She didn't even look up when tucker slid into the seat across from her.
"Sam."
Silence.
"Sam!"
She simply tilted her head up, revealing her empty violet eyes.
"You need to see this," Tucker slid his PDA across the table. The screen showed a map of the amity park cemetery. A part they new well from their time spent grieving early on. A brute red dot glowed on one grave in particular. The only grave that mattered.
Sam's eyes grew wide and color returned almost immediately as she processed what she was seeing.
"Is, Is this what I," her unused voice cracking with the strain, eyes filled with fear and hope.
"Somebody's been stopping all the ghost. Sam I think he's back."
Violet eyes met green in a determined stare.
"Let's go"
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Fentonworks was humming with power as all of its inner workings where primed and started. Jack had waisted no time returning the lab to its former glory. But this time a few changes where made. The Fenton style had always been to shoot first and study the remains, but now that was gone. There would be no capturing. No dissecting. No study. The simple goal was the complete and utter destruction of Inviso-bill. In some corner of her mind Maddie was disturbed by the change in focus. But she was filled with rage and determination. Her husband was awake and had a focus again. And for now that was enough. As for Jack, he held no remorse for the old ways. He lifted his new weaponry to the workable with a satisfying grunt. When he was done, nothing would stop him from destroying that abomination. Nothing at all.

A/N wow look at all the reviews. I was just looking around my old emails and found a message about a review. Came back to check and whiteout me even knowing I had 125 reviews!? That's awesome! I will try to keep going if you try to keep reviewing. I might even go back and proof read a bit.