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This time, my goal is to finish this story by Thanksgiving. If I don't, you have permission to be very mad. Also, I should have looked at a calendar before asking the 'same time as story uploading' thing. XD

Answering time!

want to know: What was the gas that knocked out Danny? I'm no expert, but I imagined it as a form of anesthesia and/or chlorophyll. Or maybe M.E.G.T.A.F. got their hands on whatever Bertrand used on Danny back in 'Doctors' Disorders'. (S2E2 It's sad I have this memorized.)

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Monday, November 20th.

Duncan's POV

"That's it." Duncan said unexpectedly, just after finishing breakfast. "I can't stand doing nothing! I'm going to help Danny now."

Margret simply stared at Duncan from the table as he stomped over to the sink and tossed his dishes in.

"Duncan-" She began.

"No, mom. Don't try to stop me." He harshly interrupted, and then softly added, "Just wish me luck."

"…Okay. But please be careful." She said as she stood up, walked over, and gave him a hug. Silence came between them as Duncan hurried over to the coat rack, grabbed his jacket and left the house.

Danny's POV

Danny belly-flopped onto his bed. Dr. Pytel had finally finished all the tests her brilliant mind could come up with, without going too far, in a matter of days. He glanced up at the digital clock on the wall. 7:28. Oh hey, the guards are about to rotate. Right on cue, someone outside said,

"See you at the end of the shift, Jeremy."

The other didn't say anything as they traded posts. Once there were two guards at his door, now there was only one. M.E.G.T.A.F. had relaxed the amount of security around Danny in the time he had been there. Moreover, Mr. Dayshift was much more sociable, which Danny enjoyed. He got up and quickly made his way over to the eye slot.

"Hey Brian."

"Mornin' Danny. Aren't you tired?"

"Nah. I blame pent up energy for that. Besides, I still have a big story to tell. Where were we?"

"You and your mother had just landed after being kicked out of a plane."

"Oh yeah! Even though we didn't have our luggage, she had a machete tucked away in her boot…"

Duncan's POV

Duncan's wing beat quickened once he reached the edge of the canyon lands. Why do secret organizations build their headquarters so far away from civilization? Seriously, the gas bill has to be huge. It wasn't long until the 'front doors' came into view. Duncan dove into the grooves of the earth to keep the element of surprise. Still moving at high speed, he zigzagged between the rocks, easily avoiding all of them.

He stopped a short distance away and kept behind a few large rocks. Peeking out around them, Duncan easily saw two tanks and several foot soldiers standing guard at the entrance. Good, they didn't see me coming. Duncan noted. And dang… if only I had Danny's invisibility. He wished. Even from where he was hiding, he could tell the guards were bored to tears.

"This can't be too hard, can it?" Duncan muttered to himself. "I bet the tank drivers are practically asleep too."

Just then, the cylinder of one of the tanks slowly turned to face Duncan's location. He could hear the rocket launcher begin to hiss; a sign of it being warmed up.

"Or they had their coffee this morning." Duncan panicked, but managed to leap away from the rocks as the missile was fired. The explosion sent him flying, then skidding to the feet of the guards. They all stood over him, scowls on their faces.

"Uh… hi guys! Did ya miss me?"

Before he could realize what was going on, he was sitting in an office, in front of a desk with a plaque saying 'Commander Barnes' on it. Duncan glanced behind him to the motionless escorts. The large guns they held made him shudder. The steel door to the left hissed as the panel access on the other side was activated. Blitz walked in, took his seat and crossed his arms while glaring at Duncan.

"Want to tell me what you're doing, young man?"

"I uh… you see…" Duncan spluttered, then got an idea. "Something didn't feel right this morning, so I came to see if Dr. Pytel could help." He gave his biggest grin.

"Uh-huh." Blitz raised an eyebrow. "Do you realize that Dr. Pytel is very busy most of the time and has to set aside time for your appointments?"

"The topic never came up; no." Duncan replied. That much is true. I always thought she was so bored, that when I came in, it was just something to do.

Blitz sighed and pinched his nose. "Duncan, did you forget this agency is designed to track and fight Kaiju? You're not a problem as of now, but… I'll be lenient with you. Instead of spending the rest of the day in a cell, I'll be calling your mother to come take you home."

Right, Kaiju fighters. Smart move Duncan, thinking you could just come knocking on their door. "Don't suppose I could… have a quick chat with… my dad before she gets here?" Duncan suggested, gazing down at the floor. Blitz stared at him.

"Alright… since you're already here." He said, and shortly after, adding under his breath, "Must not have gotten sleep or something last night…"

Blitz motioned for the escorts. They immediately stood straighter than before and began following Duncan out. I'm such an idiot though. He grit his teeth. He made his way through the labyrinth-like halls until he finally saw the familiar reinforced steel door.

"You guys cool to wait out here?" He turned to ask the guards. They said nothing in response. "I'll take that as a yes…" Duncan assumed. One of them swiped a card across the door's access panel and then stood off to the side with the other.

The door squeaked open with all the possible noise it could. Duncan felt goosebumps swarm over his skin while he winced. Once the metal screams stopped, he walked inside and up to the railing, just in time to have the door close loudly behind him.

"Hey dad!" He called out.

"Duncan? This is a surprise." Belloc rose from beneath the balcony. "What brings you here?"

How does something as big as he is hide? He thought. "Are you aware that Danny's here?"

Belloc growled. "I knew something was off. It's one thing to have one king as a prisoner, but two? Humph, even M.E.G.T.A.F. should know better!" His tail angrily lashed side to side. "Your friend must have his reasons to remain. I have no doubt that he is strong enough to escape if he desired so."

"He's strong alright." Duncan put a hand on his arm where a few scars had formed. "I don't get why he'd stay here, especially on a schedule like his."

Belloc's gaze fell on Duncan's grip. Without warning, he began purring. While it was soothing to listen to, the thunderous, deep rumble was shaking the platform. Something about the purr helped Duncan relax.

"You may have forgotten, Duncan," Belloc said softly, "But kings are kings for a reason."

"Thanks dad." Duncan smiled. "I think."

The static of an intercom came on. "Duncan, your mom's here. Don't bother asking how she got here so fast, cause I have no idea." Blitz's voice informed.

Later that night.

Danny's POV

Night had fallen, which meant it was time for the changing of the guard. With Brian gone and the night guard, Jeremy, refusing to talk, it meant Danny had nothing to do. No tests. No story telling. No friends. He laid on his bed and stared at the clock until it hit 10:00, when the lights automatically turned off.

At that point, he formed a ball of ghost energy in his hand to illuminate the room. He immediately noticed that the energy was far brighter than he wanted it to be. Danny focused all his mind on it, but the light would not dim at all. What's happening? He started breathing fast. Why can't I control it? He quickly shook his hand, trying to put it out completely. It worked. Danny sat in a quiet, dark room once more.

He pulled himself together with a few deep breaths. Once he was relaxed, Danny crossed his legs and prepared for a small mediation session. Been a while since I've done one of these. He allowed himself to float about two feet off the bed. Now, what could have caused my ghost ray to do that? Maybe stress? Maybe… even fear?

Danny started to lightly hum as he thought. He was interrupted when his butt hit the ceiling. He opened his eyes to see where he was. Ah, screw it. I'm gonna sit up here until I figure this out.

Somewhere in the M.E.G.T.A.F. base…

"Hey. Jones. Why are we posted here again?"

"Mike. Mike, Mike, Mike. We're here to make sure these guys-" He pointed with his thumb to the slumbering bodies of Abaddon and Astaroth, as well as the 'new' addition, Jackal. "don't wake up. And if they ever wake up, it's our job to make sure they A: Are put back under, and B: everyone is alerted." Jones said. "You shouldn't have to be reminded, newbie."

"Yeah yeah. Don't need to get so grumpy. Just makin' conversation." Mike replied.

The two continued to talk. Over in Jackal's cryo-pod, an eye fluttered open for a second before a fresh wave of gas entered the chamber and forced it shut. REM sleep caused the eye to squirm violently behind the safety of the eyelid. Jackal took a sharp breath, a small amount of the pale color returned to the blue face.

"…soon…" The ghost mumbled.