BEWARE! I'm throwing a lot in this chapter at once, just some action. I really needed some Team Phantom in this story. Tucker's new gear will be important if I go for another book. This is LONG so there may be an increase in errors, feel free to point out any problem areas.

I don't own DP.

Chapter #13: Suit Up.

(POV: Shelly Makamoto.)

Derik threw the Whoopee cushion at Mac, who caught it with a giggle.

"Well, it's a good thing that you have plenty of energy, Mac. Cause the Halloween festival is only two short days away," Mac said.

"We haven't forgotten," I assured him.

"Good. I just wanted to brush you guys up on a few new things then. After the invasion, not only is Amity front-page news again, but also, the hype about the festival has exploded."

"Meaning?" Mac asked impatiently.

Derik grumbled, "This means, that the festival has gone far beyond a local ordeal. People are coming to Amity Park, from across the states, to spend Halloween in the most haunted city in the nation. We just officially passed up Salem in terms of paranormal activity. Teams of paranormal investigators are migrating here on various known haunted locations to investigate. In other words, Amity Park's spooks are common on a global news scale, and regular on a national level. I'm depending on you guys to get good coverage of the festival. It's an important piece of the massive deal, this has turned into."

Mac blinked, "So. Do not mess this up. Got it."

"That's one way to put it," I said.

"I mean it Mac," Derik said sternly, "This is a really big deal to the station. This is a big deal to Amity Park, altogether. With all the recent damage, our economy could use the extra boost from tourism. I heard that the tour business is getting ready for a special midnight tour of Amity Parks most haunted buildings."

"Wow, hopefully this will all turn out alright," I said.

"Yeah," Mac said, "It'd be nice to have a nice exciting event without any more damage."

"You're dreaming, Mac," I said with honest belief.

(POV: Danny Fenton.)

"What the heck is that thing, Tuck?" I asked.

Tucker had pulled three, bulky, heavy looking items from his backpack; a helmet, and two oval-looking things, which he wore on his hands.

Sam and I stared in utter amusement, "You look ridiculous, Tucker," Sam said in a bored tone.

"I know," he said, "But this is only the first part!"

Tucker babbled into the helmet; it wasn't odd for him to talk to technology. A few spots on the odd metal started glowing, and shifting. The helmet adjusted its shape, as the gloves unfolded and spread across his arms, and torso. The rest of the mechanisms reacted and covered his legs in smooth plates, and an odd, chain-mail looking cloth. It stopped abruptly at his ankles.

We were both utterly speechless. Tucker waited anxiously for our reactions.

"What the heck, Tuck?" I finally asked.

"What do you think?" He asked.

"I think you look totally strange," Sam commented, "And I'm Goth."

Tucker smiled, "I've been working on this for half a year! It's based off of the Fenton-Peeler structure and a few of Skulker's armors. I managed to sync my PDA to my old PDA, that's still on Skulker's armor. I've got the blueprints on everything he's ever done with his armor since we first battled him, but I've made too many changes to count!"

"Like the part where the armor has no shoes?" I asked bluntly.

Tucker's smile grew, "That's one of the best parts!"

He lifted one of his chain-mail-looking pant legs to show us his hiking boot. Only, once I had a good look, it appeared to be very different.

Tucker babbled into his helmet again. The boots quickly changed color, to match the various silver colors of the suit.

"It camouflages! I can make this suit turn into any color I want."

"That's wonderful." Sam said, "You'll be totally invisible in a heavy, loud, clunky metal suit. Right, Danny?"

"I can hardly see you at all right now," I replied in an equally hilarious tone.

"Oh come on, guys! Don't you get it? If I'm flying through the air, I can match the sky. If I'm in a forest, I can turn a perfect camouflage! Or…"

Tucker said, "Ca-mode: Ghost," directly into the microphone. The suit changed colors into streaks of white and black, a white capitol 'P' with an extended top line appeared on his chest-plate, forming a 'T' and 'P' hybrid letter.

"I can be in open battle, as a member of Team Phantom."

…

Sam and I just stared for a moment.

"That, is awesome," I said.

Sam gave me a funny look, "Am I the only one concerned about the idea of Tucker going into battle, with a big suit that will attract a lot of attention from ghosts."

My mind raced. Sam was right. Anything that resembled me usually became an important target to ghosts. They hated me, and when they couldn't beat me, they took it out on the next thing. If that thing happened to resemble me, they were that much more violent.

"Sam has a point, Tucker. We don't know how well you'll do, if this suit even works at all-"

I didn't get to finish. My ghost sense burst out of my mouth before I could.

"Well then, we'll have to give it the old try!"

I smiled, and then doubled over. The wind was knocked out of me, and I spewed white-hot flames from my mouth. The flames tickled the ground, and set a small patch of twigs ablaze. Sam screamed, and pulled me away. Tucker walked up to the flames and stomped on them with his big boots. Interestingly enough, he had no problem moving like that in the suit.

Sam kept me from falling, "Stay with me Danny," she said.

I hesitated to stand up. When I did, Tucker and Sam were giving me very worried looks.

"Are you okay, Dude?" Tucker asked.

"What was that, Danny?" Sam asked. Worry sunk into her usually calm tone.

"I- I don't know, guys. That just, oh my gosh! I forgot, there's still a ghost on the loose."

Tucker accepted the change in subject, "Let's go get'em," he said, as a dark visor slid down his helmet, effectively covering his face entirely.

I looked at Sam. She held a slightly worried expression.

"I'll take care of him," I tried to assure her.

"You do that," she replied.

I transformed, and adjusted to the feeling of my fire-core. It's like this thing actually wants to fight. Then took off and hovered about ten feet in the air. Tucker looked up at me, I assume he was smiling. There was a mild hum, and two boosters came to life on his feet, forearms, and back. He took off at a good rate and hovered up with me at an even level.

I gaped for a second, "Careful T, don't want to scare the ghosts away, now do we?"

"Right," Tucker said in a slightly modified voice, which was probably so, to make his person harder to identify.

I smiled; there was enough room in the sky for the both of us.

"Watch out!" Sam shouted from below us.

Tucker and I looked around just in time to dodge a missile. To my horror, it was a target missile, but it hadn't locked onto me. It had gone after Tucker instead.

I shouted out to him to keep flying. He did, and sped up once he gained a steady path.

"It's okay, dude. I got this one," Tucker said. Tucker said? I couldn't stop the urge to rub my temples. It was like Tucker was in my head. I made a note to ask him about it later.

Meanwhile, I turned to Sam, "Did you see where that thing came from?"

Sam pointed to my left, and wove my thermos in the air, "Forget something?" She asked.

I flew down to her and took the thermos, "Thanks." Then, I went after Tucker.

I caught up with him pretty quickly. I'm much faster then anything with as much physical mass, as Tucker or the missile had. It was a piece of cake, really. Then tried to get a good look and the missile. Sometimes it's better to blow them up, and sometimes it's better to freeze them. I thought that I could tell the difference, but I couldn't place the better option. The missile was getting closer to Tucker by the second, so if I made the wrong decision, I could've still blown him out of the sky.

Dumbfounded, I hesitated. Tucker's voice rang through my head again, "Danny! Freeze it!"

With no time to shake off the weird sensation, I set my jaw, and fired two ice-beams. At least, I thought that was what I was going to do. Instead, two roaring masses of fire shot from my hands, and headed towards Tucker, and the missile.

Tucker's boosters all shut off, except for the one's on his back. He put those at full thrust, and shot downwards like a hawk.

The heat-seeking missile, however, decided that my fire was a better target. So, it turned straight into the inferno, and exploded.

The blast his me face on. I fell from the sky and landed in the trees. The branches broke under my force, until I hit the ground.

I got up right away, and searched the skies for Tucker. Sam called out to me, and soon came into the patch of trees where I landed. She looked up at the damaged branched with distaste, but she didn't say a word about them.

"Are you alright, Danny?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. That was nothing."

Sam gave me a relieved smile, which quickly turned evil, "Then you are in SO MUCH TROUBLE! What the heck were you thinking, shooting flames at Tucker like that?"

A few seconds later, we heard the sound of Tucker's boosters headed in our direction. He appeared above the trees, and straightened up. He descended slowly, and barely made a sound when he touched ground.

"That was a good test run," he said.

Sam and I tensed, "WHAT?"

Tucker flinched, "What, "what?" Did you think I was going to test this thing without Danny around?"

Sam clinched her fists, "How did you even manage that, if you've never flown in that thing before?"

Tucker talked into his helmet, "Auto-pilot: Off."

Sam just stared.

Tucker turned to me, "Really, Danny? I thought I told you to "freeze" the rocket, not spew flames like a World War II flamethrower."

"I don't know, guys. It just happened, I'll work on it okay?"

They both nodded; Tucker more willingly then Sam.

I sighed, "Alright, I've got a ghost to catch. Tucker you stay here. Sam, please make sure that he does."

"You got it," she said. Then her phone went off.

I checked my thermos, then flew up through the trees, and right into Dani. Literally.

We crashed back down through the trees and landed on the ground. I hit the ground, and Dani hit me. We shoved each other around, uttering demeaning phrases like, "you watch it," and "no, YOU watch it."

Two of the most powerful, famous, and infamous ghosts in all of modern-day history, and we were taken out by a sorry take-off.

Either way, we managed to untangle our limbs and stand up.

"Danny, watch where you're going!"

"Dani, watch where you're floating! I could've broken you in half!"

She huffed, "I doubt it."

"Why are you even here?" I asked with less agitation.

Dani looked at me as if I'd grown a third head, "Are you serious? I just, no, half of this whole CITY just saw a massive wall of fire erupt over Jackson Park!" She pointed through the trees, and over a hill, "As we speak, we've got Firefighters, GiW, AP-PD, and several news crews, headed towards us!" She held up he thermos and dangled it by it's strap, "Was Skulker really worth all that?"

She turned to Tucker; "And what the heck are you wearing?"

Tucker flinched, "Please leave me out of this."

Sam ran over to me, "Whatever, Dani. You can be mad later, now we need to get going, or"-

Sam didn't get to finish; a loud humming interrupted her. Dani blinked, and wore an expression that meant she was looking for the source with her Aura-sense. She blinked, and then went pale.

She grabbed Sam who couldn't force her away, "We've got to get out of here NOW!" Dani shouted. She turned herself intangible along with Sam, and flew above the trees, and out of the park.

I tried to pick Tucker up but he was too cumbersome for me. By the time he was ready for takeoff, I was sweating like crazy. I had never seen Dani so panicked, and I didn't want to face whatever had made her that way, to be honest.

"Just go without me dude," Tucker said.

"You just focus on taking off, Tuck," I replied.

Dani came back for us, "Hurry!" she shouted.

"We're coming!" I hollered back.

Tucker's boosters lifted him off of the ground and into the sky, but he didn't appear to have good control, so Dani grabbed him by his back-plate and directed him towards wherever she left Sam.

I took off not a second later, but that was just enough time.

Dani and Tucker were flying about ten feet in front of me, when they crossed a certain point, that half a second later had a wall. A ghost-shield.

I spotted the ghost-shield as it formed just soon enough to slow down and bank right.

Dani immediately turned around and faced me.

I clenched my fists, "I'll be there in a minute! I can't get through like this!"

She nodded, and flew Tucker away. I assumed that she'd be back anyway.

The humming that he had heard, turned out to be the ghost-shield warming up. At that point, the shield became completely quiet, save for the occasional whirr of noise.

I landed on the ground. I intended to turn human, walk through the shield, go-ghost, and fly off.

When I tried, I got a shock, and nothing happened. I panicked, "Why won't it work, why won't it work!"

I tried a few more times, and had no new results. Just the same shock, that left me feeling just a little bit more tired then before.

Dani came back and peeked her head through the bushes, "Danny! The Guys in White are headed right for you! Run, and don't try to morph again until the shield is down. I'll get Tucker right on it."

I nodded.

"Danny? Please be careful…"

"I will be."

Dani took off. I could hear the sound of GiW engines and a few men shouting. I gulped, and then I took off on foot through the trees.

My sharp ears could hear shouts of, "Which ghost is it?" "You got a location yet?" "It's fighting the shield, do you think it's powering up or down?" "Did it get passed the shield?" And, "It's a new ghost?"

To my ears, it sounded as if that last one was a question, but what new ghost was around? I would've detected a new ghost, and they couldn't have meant Dani.

"Danny!" Tucker's voice came ringing in my head. "Listen, you're surrounded by one massive shield, that's powered by six separate generators, at six different points around the shield. Lay low, until we destroy enough to shut the shield down."

I nodded, since I didn't know how else to respond.

"Hang in there Danny, we'll got you out!"

I slid underneath a few bushes, and came to a clearing in the trees. I could see the main open field of Jackson Park, and all its current inhabitants. Then I got nervous, check that, scared. I got really scared.

A series of tanks, trucks carrying GiW agents, and a few helicopters were in or around the field. Three GiW agents came running in my direction.

One of the agents stepped in a puddle, and babbled about a, "cleanliness-breech." The other agents turned around to face him, which gave me enough time to scramble out of the bushes…

And right into another GiW agent.

He stumbled back and landed on his rump, "You!" He shouted.

I lunged forward and hit him with a right-hook. He colapsed to the ground, unconscious. I quickly grabbed him and shoved him under the bush, which I had hidden in.

"Sorry about that," I whispered, before I took off running again.

The shield had pretty much surrounded the park. The wooded area of the park had been cut in half, so I was left with very little room to run.

Basically, all I could do was run, hide, and hope that Team Phantom would pull through. I heard the rumbling sound of tanks as they approached closer to the tree line…

(POV: of Sam Manson.)

I was beyond mad when Dani grabbed me, flew me off, dropped me off, and then left me. On top of that, she disappeared for a few minutes, and then came back with Tucker in that crazy suit.

To add to my growing anger, he and Dani almost completely ignored me.

Tucker babbled into his helmet. Dani searched around with her Aura-sense, I could tell she was by the expression on her face.

"I think the shield is being supported by six generators," she squinted, "Danny would be able to see more, all I can see are energy sources. Not shapes or objects." She seamed a little disappointed that she couldn't come up with more.

"Danny is still in there?"

"Yes, he is," Dani said. Her Aura-sense often made her prone to answer questions impulsively.

"Where's the closest source?" I asked.

"About a quarter mile that way," she said, and absentmindedly waved her hand towards her left.

"Thanks," I said, then took off at a run.

"Sam, wait!" Tucker called out to me, "What are you doing?"

"I'm shutting the shield down, duh!"

They didn't come after me, so I kept on running. I was there in about a minute, since the grass was so easy for me to run on.

I took cover behind some trees. The generator was in a cargo truck, guarded by two agents. There was a large antenna that protruded form the roof, that shot a beam into the shield.

I crawled down to a hiking trail, and hid in the brush. The truck had been driven up an old dirt road, too far up for them to send help at a moments notice.

"Perfect…" I said quietly. "Now what?"

I mulled that over for a moment. Then I picked up a rock and tossed it in my hand. I knew that every second counted for Danny. So, I threw the rock a ways away from me to my left. It hit brushes and twigs, and made a great big deal of noise.

"What was that?" One of the agents asked.

"I don't know, let's check it out."

With that, they both ran off towards the spot where I hid the rock. I sat there for a moment; I hadn't expected both of them to run off like that. Just one.

I face-palmed, this is the GiW, Sam. Did you expect a crew that beats the A-TEAM?

I ran to the truck, and jumped into the drivers seat. There were no control panels there, so I jumped back out and ran to the back of the truck. Nothing was there either.

"Darn it, who's running this joint?"

I ran around to the broadside of the truck, where there were some massive ecto-weapons sitting on the ground.

There, I face-palmed again, "Why am I NOT surprised?"

I picked up one of the bazookas and dashed twenty-five yards away from the dumb truck. I turned around, and pointed the barrel at the hunk-of-junk.

"Take this, you waist of space!" I fired, and made a direct hit.

The truck exploded in a massive fireball. The shield wavered for a moment, before coming back just a little bit weaker.

"Yikes," I said to myself.

(POV: of Danny Phantom.)

I was dodging through the woods, when I heard an explosion barely thirty yards to my left.

"What the heck, they've got missiles now?" I couldn't stop myself from shouting.

I ran off again, too afraid to fly and risk creating an energy output that they could detect. I came to the edge of the shield, which glowed a pale green.

"Sam?"

"Danny?"

We locked eyes for a moment, she was crouched and she held a large weapon.

"You should run," She told me.

My ears picked up on agents nearby, "Right, and you should hide."

"Right," she said. Then we parted ways.

(Narrator.)

At the sound of the explosion, the two agents ran back to their assigned vehicle as fast at there legs could carry them. They could care less about the state of their uniforms, at that point.

They arrived as the pieces of the truck in question were falling down out of the sky, all up in smoke.

The first agent turned to his partner, "Do you think anyone will notice?"

The second agent blanched, "Of course they will!"

The first agent glanced around nervously, "Okay then, lets get out stories straight. There were ten of them, and they had laser cannons…"

Had to add that last bit, haha!

I've got my costume theme all settled out for Sam and Tucker. You still have to wait!

So festival is over, my aunt went into surgery… She's fine, and the surgery was without a flaw, she was in a lot better shape then we first thought to begin with. In the meantime, I'll be staying over at my Grandma's to keep an eye on her while my aunt recovers. I like hanging out with my Grandma anyway, it's very calm here compared to my place. :)

Finally, happy 15th b-day to me! Yep, this very Sunday is my big day! I feel old enough as it is!

...

Will Danny escape the GiW? Will Team Phantom get the ghost-shield down on time? Will Tucker's suit ever come in handy?

Tune in next week for the completion of: The-writer-felt-the-story-needed-some-action-and-on-a-last-minute-impulse-threw-in-the-suit-because-she-wouldn't-have-a-better-chance-to-do-so-in-the-future!

See you next Sunday!