He stood, alone, in the center of a spacious room, facing a large window. Though it stretched from ceiling to floor, no light penetrated through the glass-a feat usually viewed as impossible, or at least unlikely. However, in the Ghost Zone, both words applied quite frequently, if not on a regular basis. Besides, he preferred the dark. It was engulfing-an infinite blanket of blackness secluding its surroundings. It was….to say the least….ominous….and he liked it. The dark environment helped him think, and he'd been doing quite a bit of that for a while now. If he hadn't, he'd never have gotten this far. Well, he said 'this far,' but he was still waiting to hear if the first stage of his plan had been complete.

Suddenly, his ears picked up on the sound of footsteps, headed towards him at an alarming rate.

"He's back…." He heard a voice say-female, though he couldn't tell which of the two it was, "….Skulker's back…."

Ah. So he'd returned after all. Good, he thought, turning from the window to face the mysterious 'messenger.'

He should have guessed by the lack of harshness , the voice belonged to Penelope Spectra-now leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed, a look of scorn on her sleek face. Odd.

"Skulker's back." She repeated, noticing he'd turned around.

"Yes, I know." He answered, in no particular tone. If at all possible, he'd rather avoid communicating for a long period of time with the ghost-girl-her constant peppiness was far too much for him to bare. If it weren't for what she could do, he would have reconsidered recruiting-

The abrupt vmmmm-ing of miniscule rockets rang throughout the hallway-echoing as its sound bounced off the vast walls. Yes, I know….his thoughts reiterated, now if that fool of a bounty hunter would just get in here….

As if on cue, Skulker, via jetpacks, entered the room, nearly running into Spectra as he did so. He waited for the hunter to land, before asking impatiently, "So?"

Skulker grinned nastily and nodded. "Phase one is complete."

Perfect. "And did into any difficulties, might I ask?"

Skulker paused, remembering the brief run-in with the Box Ghost.

"Well?"

After a time, the bounty hunter shook his head, holding up his arm-hand forming a fist with a metallic clink. "No, sir." He replied, eyes glowing, "no trouble at all."

Spectra, still in the doorway, although slightly more disheveled than before, scoffed.

His eyes turned in her direction, gazing over Skulker's massive flaming florescent green 'hair.'

"Something wrong?" He inquired, little if no worry in his tone. The well-being of his-minions-he guessed was the best word, didn't really concern him; in fact, he could care less. However, what he did care about were the unique abilities each ghost possessed; abilities even he lacked. Thus, he had to ensure all four ghosts were on good terms with each other-he didn't want to risk one of them deciding to back out on him. Expecially not now.

Spectra stared at him, her vibrant emerald eyes radiating from behind her sunglasses. "Yes, actually," she spat, placing a hand on her hip, "there is."

His face still blank, he responded with a less than curious, "What is it, then?"

Her free hand shot up, a shaking finger now pointing towards Skulker, still at his side. "Why does he get to be the one to inject that ghost-brat with….I was the one who….I made the-! It's not fair Skulker-"

She was clearly very angry about this, which annoyed him. Nevertheless, he sighed, holding up a hand and beckoning to the bounty hunter with two fingers. "Now now, Spectra," he said, suppressing any irritation from his reply, "As I told you all before, I recruited you four specifically for my plan because of what you all can do. The reason I chose Skulker to play delivery boy, is because he is the Ghost Zone's greatest hunter. Fair or not, he was the best one for the task, just as you were for concocting the serum."

Silence. Good. He had taken the words right from her mouth.

"Now then," he alleged, a smile of satisfaction playing on his lips, "will that be all?"

Receiving nothing but a nod from the hunter, and one last cold glare from Spectra, he chuckled, "that's what I thought. Dismissed."