Thanks to all who've reviewed. I'll try and fix the errors but believe it or not these chapters have been spell checked... Shocking I know. But there are some typos that spell check doesn't pick up and there are a lot of words that aren't really words that it always tries to get. But I will do better I promise. :)

/DP/

"Six cases of loitering. Five trespassers and..." Walker squinted at Danny messy writing as he read the reports, "disturbing the peace...?"

Danny nodded as he absent mindedly dusted off his white vest. He forced himself not to be rude and yawn but it was eight in the morning and he was up late with his family. The night before they had a Street Fighter tournament to see who could win the most times in a row. Danny won, naturally, but as a result he was up till one and lost a few hours of sleep.

"Well kid, I'm almost impressed," walker said in a tone that said otherwise, "I didn't expect you to really report any crimes."

The Halfa smiled slightly, "Thanks I guess.. Can I go now?"

"Not quite." The warden drawled in his thick accent, "I have a rule breaker I need your help with."

"Who is it this time? Desiree? Johnny 13?" Danny almost wanted it to be the second choice so he could get back at the blond for laughing at him.

"Not quite." Walker replied with a suppressed chuckle, "Actually it is a ghost INSIDE my prison."

Daniel cocked his head to the side, "Who's breaking the rules in here?"

Walker stood from his desk, letting the reports slap down on the metal desk. He walked over to the barred window and gazed out it with a glare. Danny was curious so he walked over to see what the boss was looking at. Out in the 'yard' a bunch of ghosts were rolling on the ground in a rage. Fists were flying in all directions. At the center of the brawl was Skulker, who had once again been arrested for hunting in an unauthorized zone.

"Skulker... Why am I not surprised?" Danny frowned and looked up at the superior officer, "What do you want ME to do about it?"

"His new metal body is resistant to our restraints. He must have built it from real world materials," the ghost warden growled, "We only got him in here because we caught him off guard."

"But now you can't stop him." Danny finished.

Walker turned to him, green eyes narrow as usual. He nodded curtly and held up one of the green night sticks that the guards used.

"Wear him down and subdue him." Walker ordered,"As much as I hate to admit it you're the only one who can."

Danny gave a small but confident smile and took the green weapon. He strapped it to his belt securely.

"I'll see what I can do." He told the other before turning away and going to the door.
"You better not lose, boy." Walker warned.

"Never do." Danny called back as he walked out of the office and down the dank hall.

Since he'd arrived he'd managed to memorize the whole interior of the prison. Give or take a few rooms. When he wasn't busy or on patrol he was walking around the corridors and the blocks of cells. It gave him some sick satisfaction that everyone he hated had been in there at least once.

Danny decided to pick up his pace and hurried down to the yard where the fight was taking place. When he arrived he found Skulker holding an officer in a half Nelson. The hunter was laughing twistedly as he picked up the ghost and threw him into the crowd of on lookers. Danny glared and hovered over, crossing his arms.

"You never learn do you, Skulker?" He asked with feigned disappointment.

The techo-hunter looked up at him and gave a toothy grin, "hello whelp! I was hoping I might find you in here."

"Well you know how I hate to inconvenience you," Danny replied sarcastically as he touched down in front of the bulky machine, "Now what do you say you calm down and go to your cell?"

Skulker laughed loudly, "oh please, ghost child! What makes you think you can tell me what to... Do."

The trouble makers eyes landed on the badge pinned to Danny's uniform. Since Skulker was so busy always hunting and upgrading his body it didn't surprise the boy that he hadn't heard about Danny's new occupation.

"Changed sides have you?" Skulker frowned, "Why doesn't that surprise me?"

Danny ignored the comment and said, "Last warning, Skulker. Go to your cell."

"Why don't you make me, Whelp!" A rocket launcher rose from an opening in the bad ghosts shoulder and fired at the ghost boy. Danny barely managed to get a shield up to block it but the power of the explosion knocked him backwards. He was caught by one of the armor clad guards who was standing by helplessly.

Danny glared up at the ghost, "You didn't take his weapons?"

He got a nervous smile and shrug in response. Danny heaved himself off of the ghost and flew at Skulker at full speed, knocking the bulky male over. Danny grasped the rocket launcher and rouchly yanked it away from Skulkers body. He knew it wouldnt hurt so why bother being gentle. Skulker roared angrilly and his fist collided hard with the side of Danny's face. The boy fell backward in shock from the blow, blood trickling from his busted lip.

"Nice shot, skuler." Danny said with a light hearted laughed, "Wanna see mine?"

He summoned up a ball of energy and unleashed it on the hunter, throwing him backwards. Skulker landed on his back, the bang echoing off of the buildings. Danny formed his ice energy in his palms and fired it at the trophy hunter, encasing him in solid ice. Skulker was stuck in a state of shock, his glowing eyes wide and his mouth agape. Danny gave the smallest of smirks before turning to look up at the Warden's office window seeing Walker watching him there. He became confused when the man just pointed. Danny cocked his head and looked back to see the ice melting away into water around the metal form.

"Nice try, chost child," Skulker said with a mocking smile, "But my new body is resistant to most attacks."

Danny ground his teeth frustratedly and thought about any of his powers that might work. There was always the Ghostly Wail but that would probably knock down a good portion of the prison. An idea passed through his mind breifly.. But it could never work... But then again, Skulker was only really a tiny ghost inside a metal body. It wasn't his real ghostly form... So why couldn't Danny take it over?

Danny leaped foreward, his legs turning into a ghostly tail as he charged at the hunter. He turned intangible and entered the metal body with easse. As he thought Skulker hadn't prepared for an assault like this so there was no defence against it. Inside the body was dark but had this eerie electrical glow all around him. The boy could feel the power of the machine in his veins and his mind could see evrything that was going on inside it so vividly. It was like he was the body.

"Hey! Get out of me, whelp!" Skulker grunted as he tried to mentally force the halfa out. His demands halted when suddenly his body locked up and stopped moving at his will, "W-What's happening?"

"You may be a ghost Skulker, but your body isn't" Danny taunted inside from inside the mechanism. He willed the machine to raise one fist and swing it powerfully, colliding hard with Skulkers face. And since the small ghost form the unter really was was in that part of the body, it hurt him. Finding humor it it, Danny repeats the motion.

"Ow! Stop that!" Skulker demanded, "I am the Ghost Zone's greatest hunter not a puppet!"

Danny laughed as he forced the hunter to attack himself and demolish his own body. He focused his mind on the weaponry in the body he possesed and immdeiately Skulker was forced to remove it and destroy it. Using Skulkers much larger hands as his own he reached up and grasped the angular head. With a twisting motuion it was pulled off at the neck and tossed carelessly away.

With that done and Skulker now compltely helpless Danny exited the body and let it fall. He walked over to the discarded head and picked it up. The face was glaring at him in a very pissed off fashion.

"You will pay for this whelp," Skulker threatened.

"I'll keep that in mind," Danny said as he pulled open the front of the face and revealed the tiny green blob of a ghost inside. He pulled him out and dropped the metal can to the ground. Turning to a guard he held out the pathetic specter, "Here. You won't even need to cuff him. I think a fish tank should hold him."

The guard grinned menacingly at the tiny ghost and carried Skulker away to a low security cell block. Bullet, who Danny rarely saw during his time here approached with a smug smile. The boy was really wishing the guy wore a shirt because talking to the guy was awkward and kind of hard to look at him.

"You did good kid," He told danny with a pat on the back, "With any luck you'll be out there rangling up the big boys in no time."

The halfa laughed nervously, "Eheh.. No thanks. I'm perfectly content being the, er.. Snitch."

Bullet laughed in his throat, "Sure you are kid. But once you get a taste of action in the feild you'll be running back for more."

"We'll see about that." Danny crossed his arms and gave an almost playful smirk at the second in command of the prison, "In the meantime I have some serious chilling out to do."

"Hey, why don't you 'chill' here?" Bullet offered, "Me and the boss are going to his place to play some cards. It's not very often we get down time but we make time for our monthly poker game."

Danny stared in near shock. He'd been invited to... hang out with Bullet and Walker. The scary part was that Danny was actually considering it!

" But I hardly know you. Would Walker even be okay with that?" He questioned in disbelief.

"He and I aren't exactly best friends, kid. We just get along for the sake of work," Bullet explained, "I'm sure he wouldn't have too much of a problem with you as long as you don't make a problem of yourself."

Danny mummed thoughtfully. This had possibilities...

"Alright. If you can get Walker to say yes then I'll go. But only for a couple of hours it's taco night back home," Danny said with a smile.

"Alright. You wait here. I'll go butter up the boss," The oddly colored ghost said before turning away and heading toward Walker's office.

Danny smirked and shook his head as he walked toward the employee lounge to get some coffee to refresh himself. This had been an interesting day so far and there was no doubt that it would only get more so as it progressed.