Silent Fighters
Constricting Consequences
/ I'm typing this on my phone, so I'm sorry if it takes some time! I hope you like it, anyway. Yay my first x-over! D
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Somewhere secret in the US, Head of the CIA Joe Byrne's cell phone vibrated. He frowned, as he was currently in an important meeting, and had asked for no disruptions. Reluctantly, opened read the message, then looked up and saw that his client, one of the CIA's largest benefactors, had read it as well. Vladimir Masters was always a nosy one, he thought ruefully. And now there was an almost feral gleam in the billionaire's eyes. This wouldn't be good.
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Back in Amity Park, Danny was having a rough time. Not only did he have to contend with Skulker's ecto-missiles and such, but the GIW, for some unknown reason, were also shooting at him. Though, for some reason, they were shooting nets more often than blasts. Still, it was enough to distract him a bit.
Fortunately, a dark figure appeared not long into the fight. He strolled innocently down the street, but when he reached the two annoying operatives, the intruder knocked out the operatives with a few swiftly executed kicks, leaving Danny free to freeze and capture Skulker.
The hybrid flew down to find the two agents unconscious and Alex whistling innocently nearby. Their eyes met and they grinned and complimented each other's work. Soon after, returned to the Fenton house, where they spent the rest of the night exchanging fight stories.
Soon after that, morning came around, and everyone else began getting up. Suddenly, Alex's phone beeped. He picked it up and saw he had a new text message. Quickly, he opened and read it, and his eyes widened. He shoved Danny, who was walking around, back into his bed. "You're sick today, and you aren't leaving the house under any circumstances." he whispered urgently. Seeing Danny's questioning look, he showed the hybrid his phone.
Alex,
Thank
you for you help. The GIW has been sent to locate Danny Phantom
immediately. Once acquired, he will be staying with the generous
billionaire Vladimir Masters, who has offered to help him deal with
his spectral problems. You will be staying in Amity Park until the
ghost boy is relocated. Thank you again for the
intelligence.
Sincerely,
Joe Byrne
Danny's eyes widened in much the same way Alex's had, but then narrowed. "Alex, what did you tell them?" he asked, slightly angrily.
"That you were human too and they should leave you alone. I was trying to help!"
Danny looked furious for a moment, then sighed. "Well, that explains the GIW earlier."
Alex hung his head. "Yeah. You'll want to keep a low profile today, maybe even literally. I'll tell everyone you're out sick, except Sam and Tucker."
Danny chuckled. "Good luck with that, they're worse than I am."
Indeed, they were. When they saw Alex arrive without Danny, they pounced. Both were angry at him, but could also see from his point of view, for which he was glad.
School was weird, to say the least. There were Guys In White everywhere, scanning and re-scanning the building, faculty, and students. Upon seeing the infestation, Sam and Tucker thanked him for making Danny stay home.
After school, they all rushed to Danny's house to make a plan to fix Alex's mistake. The first thing they ruled was that Danny wouldn't leave the house. The hybrid protested, but, they said, he would only be caught or something if he did. If any ghosts got out, the GIW would get them. If they didn't, (which was entirely possibly and a bit probable) then Valerie would get them. Anyway, he needed a break. However, they did include him in their strategizing. By evening, they were ready. At nightfall, they shook hands and left the house.
It was go time.
