Interlude: The Justice Of Government

G.I.W. Headquarters

Commander stared at the screen. The Spectral Suspects hadn't been seen in weeks. Not since the incident in Steel City. He growled.

How were these teens, these children able to outsmart all of my agents? He wondered bitterly. He turned away and gazed around the large room at the agents that milled around the room. They had each seemed like such worthy agents when they had been recruited, but lately, they had been reduced to babysitters that couldn't even handle the runaway babies. He shook his head at hoe easily these kids had fooled his agents.

They were worthless.

He clenched his fists. He would get these kids. He knew he would.

"Sir." He turned his head.

"What is it, Agent M?" He asked the women dressed in all white, identical to every other agent in the room.

"The DNA finder has had a slight setback." She said, slightly nervous at how he would react. "It'll take a coupe more weeks for it to finally work to full capacity and be able to locate the Ghost boy and his friends." She said, getting quieter with every word. Commander silently fumed. Agent M took this as a sign and left his to simmer in the silence.

He opened his eyes once more.

Fine Ghost Boy. You've got a little more time of freedom. But don't get used to it. We aren't the only ones looking for you. The Justice League can find you before we do, and it'll end just like it would if we caught you. They'll turn you in to us, and it'll be over.

He walked down the stairs and out of the control room.

If you think you can get away, Daniel Fenton. You need to think again.

He stopped when he finally faced a large grey door.

He placed his hand against the panel, feeling it scan it. It beeped and the door opened. He walked into the dark room and turned on the lights. The room brightened to reveal a pure white room with steel counters lining all of the walls, each one filled with different gleaming tools. Some of them were covered in mysterious black liquids, others were hung on the wall that were too big, or too sharp to lay on the table. In the middle of the room was a steel table with leather restraints that glowed a sickly green. Above that was a large machine that hung down from the ceiling that hovered over it, a large needle and other tools hanging from it.

Soon, I'll get you in this room.

Just you wait.


The Watchtower

Superman stared through the window, gazing at the earth from the tower. It seemed so small, so quiet, so peaceful. But he knew that was anything but the truth.

He closed his eyes and thought about the situation. They hadn't seen the Spectral Suspects in weeks.

Those kids are good. Clark had to admit. But there was something about those kids that was really throwing him. They weren't like other criminals. They actually seemed...scared. Like they were scared of us. But they're the criminals. They had to know people would be after them.

"Something bothering you." The Flash appeared in a blur of light next to the man. He sighed.

Those kids we're after." He said.

"Oh, I like those kids." He said, even though Clark gave him a weird look. "What? They were funny." He said.

"So what's eating at you?" Barry asked. Clark sighed. "Those kids just aren't what I was expecting."

"None of us expected it." Bruce sad, appearing behind them, making Barry jump. "Man, we have GOT to get you a bell." He said.

"Those kids are more of a problem than we first thought." Bruce said, staring out the window.

"But that doesn't change anything. They're still criminals. Criminals we have to apprehend, before anyone gets hurt." He said.

"But they haven't hurt anyone. They haven't even tried to, apart from the agents." Clark said. "That agency is saying that they're extremely dangerous, that they'd kill you before even batting an eye, but they haven't shown anything that matches that. They're acting like what they are, scared kids on the run." He said.

"But, why would they lie?" Barry asked. Bruce knew the answer all too well. They needed people to do their dirty work. Bruce wanted to stop, to get away from that organization that gave him a bad feeling, but if they did, suspicion would arise on them, and then they would never be able to get these kids help. He frowned and turned away from the other two.

He knew that organization was up to something, but he just couldn't figure out what.

What did they want with the boy?

What would they do once they got him?

Would they obey the Meta-Human Acts or the Anti-Ecto Acts?

Do the Meta-Human Acts even apply to him?

He sighed. They had to find that kid before the organization did. If the GIW found them before they did then there was nothing they could do to stop them from taking him. He knew he should tell the team, but they would probably just deny it. They didn't know the government like Bruce did, they didn't know how far they were willing to go to get what they wanted, and they almost always got what they wanted.

Bruce growled, something he was known for, apparently. The Fenton Finder could only detect his signature from so far. They had to be a specific distance from the boy. So far, they had been flying over certain parts of certain cities where they might be hiding, but so far, they hadn't been able to come up with anything. He wanted to help this kid, he really did. But if the government found him before they did, Bruce was pretty sure he was as good as dead.


Unknown Location

Slade sighed as his partner walked into the room. "What are we waiting for? We know where they are. Why don't we strike now?!" Plasmius yelled.

"Patience, Plasmius. Everything is going according to plan." Slade smiled behind his mask as he gazed at the video feed of the four teens sleeping peacefully in the factory. The camera that Plasmius had planted inside the room a few days ago was still in working condition.

"We just have to be patient." He smiled.

Vlad frowned and walked out of the room. The plan was going accordingly. But still...he wasn't sure. He knew Slade was planning on betraying him when he finally got his hands it. He would just have to be ready, and betray him first. That thought made him smile