Silent Fighters

Revealing Races

/ 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! -)

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The Guys In White did not like the Fentons. It was true that the Fentons often humiliated themselves, and botched ghost-hunting trips. But, the Fentons' arsenal easily surpassed the magnitude and quality of the GIW's. Which, in all honesty, made the GIW look even dumber on account of the fact that they were a (supposedly) top-secret, government-funded, brilliant- scientist-filled agency. And not only did the Fentons make better weapons, they'd actually made a portal to the Ghost Zone- something the GIW failed to do, despite their advantages. Also, since that portal had been made, Danny Phantom had showed up, and made their lives heck and their reputation stink like month-old fish. They were an embarrasment to the government and ghosthunting in general, and it was all because of the Fentons.

But now, they could redeem themselves, bring down Danny Phantom, and shame the Fentons. Because they knew something the ghost-hunting family didn't.

They knew who the ghost boy was.

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Alex, Tucker, and Sam had a problem.

A few minutes after their successful entry, they had gotten quite near the Central Operations Room. Unfortunately, the COR was guarded by six pairs of ghosts that wandered randomly through the surrounding complex, and another pair stationed at the door.

There was no way to knock out all the ghosts without raising some sort of alarm. Nor could they just knock out the door guys, the other sentries would notice their abscence. Not to mention that three kids demanding admittance to the most important room in the building would be suspicious, no matter how lenient the computer seemed to be. There had to be another way.

Alex looked around, searching for inspiration. Suddenly, his eyes fell on the three cloaks hanging over Sam's arm, and the situation didn't seem so hopeless.

Her smug smile was more annoying, though.