/The last chapter wasn't that good, but hopefully this one is better. On the day of starting to write this, there is a chance of my house losing power, but I'm hoping to still be able to get this out/

It had been two days since Dani had arrived, that's when everything had begun to, once again, go downhill. It was around two in the morning, almost everyone was fast asleep. Danny was wide awake, finding it hard to get the little amount of sleep that his body still requires.

He sat on the couch in the common room, his knees tucked up underneath his chin, deep in thought.

The soft humming of the air conditioning unit was the only thing he could, other than the occasional snores from the adults' bedroom.

He sighed, gripping his hair as old memories went through his head. "Just go away, leave me alone" His whispered, stray tears falling down his cheeks and onto his knees. He felt like he was younger again, trapped in the same bedroom, stuck with the same doctors and nurses, stuck with the same tests and needles and the same pain. The never-ending pain and ache.

He felt like he was eight again, crying for his mommy to come and save him, only to get told to be quiet and get a dose of high dose pain medicine to get him to pass out.

"Danny" Jaz's hands gently gripped his wrists, slowly getting him to stop pulling his hair, getting him to stop digging his nails into his scalp. "What's going on?" She softly asked. "It won't stop" Danny drew in a shaky breath, the forced back sobs racking his body as he attempted to get his hands back. Wanting to have something to ground himself.

"What won't stop?" She brought him in for an embrace, not caring when she felt his nails digging into her pajama shirt. "All the voices" He sobbed, "The memories won't go away". She rubbed his back with one hand and gently ran her other hand through his hair, avoiding the top of his head.

They just sat there for a moment, Danny softly crying and Jaz holding him for the time being. Allowing him to let it all out.

Meanwhile, at the same time, somewhere near Amity Park, two men dressed in plain white suits sat with a group of other men, also dressed in plain white suits. "Where is it?" The man sitting at the head of the table asked. "Its chip was last track to an area in California" Agent Eight said.

"How many agents should we send to get it back?" Agent Ten asked the Head Agent. "Send eight" The Head Agent replied, "I want it back, it's clear that it isn't ready to be out with humans. Its still misbehaving, get it back, at all costs. I don't want any of you back until you have it".

Agents One through Eight sat in a large van, all of them having anti-ecto weapons of some kind, either it be guns, swords, or etc... One of them even has a morning star.

"There is no room for error on this" Agent Nine stated, driving the van. "One chance" Eight repeated.

"If we mess this up, Phantom may just be of our reach, permanently. If we don't get it this time, we'll just have to hope for one of its group members to slip up, or even that it slips up"

The van came to a stop, across the street from the apartment building that Phantom was last known to be in. In almost unison, the agents unbuckle their seatbelts and stand up. One opened the door, the rest following in suit as they all got out, making sure their guns were loaded and ready to go.

Sharing once last look with each other, knowing this may be their last mission, as there is a chance they won't come out of this alive. One did a hand signal to move forward, to which they did.

They entered the front door of the apartment building. They startled the woman at the front desk and the other people who were also in the lobby. "We need access to the apartment owned by Vlad Masters" Five stated, unfolding and placing a document onto the desk, showing all the legal side of things.

The woman quickly nodded, stuttering as she wrote the apartment number onto the paper, handing the paper to Five. "H-have a n-nice d-d-day" She said, watching the guns with fear, her hands trembling severely.

"Thank you, you too" Four said, following Five to the elevator. They all, somehow, managed to fit into one ride. As soon as the doors opened, they all piled out, their guns making a high-pitched noise as they charged up.

Five pointed to the one they needed to be getting into. Two and Three stood in a stance, waiting for the signal to kick the door down. One and Eight stood firmly pressed up against each side of the door, guns raised. Four, Five, Six, and Seven stood behind Two and Three, all with their weapons raised.

On the inside of the apartment, the Fentons, Vlad, Sam, and Tucker were currently planning their next move, unaware of the agents that were preparing to break down the door.

They heard the first one.

Bang!

They glanced at each other, dust falling off the ceiling.

Bang!

The door cracked.

Bang!

And with one more- Bang!

The door came down, hitting the floor and agents pilling into the apartment.

/Luckily, the power never went out. But it may go out tomorrow. Yay…. Not. Your thoughts? /