"Whoa," In the morning, Danny used the video screen in the lab to call up Tucker at the Beachside Resort (in autumn). He'd just finished telling Tucker the whole story, "Is Sam alright?"

"She's fine," Danny said, "She's still pretty shook up, though. I've been trying to figure out what Volpe did to her with my dad's files but I've got nothing."

"And what about that Frost lady? Did she see you?"

"Yeah. More good news," Danny said, "and my dad's going into town to talk to her about last night."

"But what if she tells your dad about..."

"It's too late to catch up with them now. I don't even know where she lives. And I don't have time to worry about that. It was dark at night and those helicopter lights weren't pointed at me; I'm hoping she didn't see me well enough to tell who I was. They knew there was a ghost in the house, but I don't know if they were talking about me or…," the computer made a sound, "Hang on sec, Tuck. Got something on that ghost," a file opened, showing the picture of a man who looked just like Volpe.

"Roger Kenton," Danny read from the biography, "Son of inventor Robert Kane, changed to his mother's maiden name, famous for inventing...mechanical paper towel dispensers? He needed all that junk for that!?"

"Dude!" Tucker shouted, "This is so unfair! Why do I get stuck at a resort when you get to live in the old home of one of the greatest inventors ever?!" Danny wasn't convinced on that last statement, but...

"Also pursued a career in weapons," Danny continued, "at age 39, recruited by the governments of the U.S., Canada, and Britain to develop technology for the air force and was gone for three years. Upon returning, he went up to his home and never exited. Once a month large trucks with various drivers would drop off unmarked boxes. Noises came from the house at night; those close to the home said they seemed to come from either upstairs or the basement. Never seen again, house searched, no sign of body, house recently bought by lunatic ghost-hunter Jack Fenton," ignoring the remark about his dad, Danny took a look over the rest of the file. The basement...

"I'll be right back," he said to Tucker, and got up to look around. His dad's lab consisted manly of his gadgets and ectoplasmic samples thrown on portable tables. The walls of the basement were still visible. There weren't any doors save those at the top of the stairs, so Danny started feeling around the walls for a secret passageway. On the south wall of the room, a brick pressed in and a section of the wall swung inward. A tunnel was in plain view, made of a mixture of stone and metal. A thick metal tube with a seat and controls in the hollow centre was attached to cables on the "ceiling." Despite the fact that the walls showed that this place hadn't been used in years, the cables and ride were perfectly cleaned and polished.

"Someone's used this equipment recently," he said to himself. Tucker heard it.

"Danny? Find something?"

"Sure did," Danny looked around the tunnel a bit more. He didn't know what it was for, but he could find out. He ran upstairs to get some things. He took the Fenton Fisher, Fenton Thermos, and the laser that he had knocked into the house last night and threw them in his backpack. As he ran back downstairs, he stopped to get Sam. She was asleep. She had calmed down, but the pallor of her skin showed that she was still shook up from last night. He decided to let her sleep.

"Tuck?" he said when he got downstairs, "I need you to check something for me."

"Name it," he put his fingers on his keyboard.

"Try to find out about a government agency called Paranormalics. Frost works for them."

"Got it. I'll call you back this evening with the info. Good luck," the video screen closed. Danny got into the seat and tried to figure out how the controls worked. There was a gear-stick to steer with and brake and a small computer with a number keyboard. Hitting the green button on the keyboard, the computer displayed the following: 58 mph. Danny typed in "23," and the settings changed to 23 mph.

"Well that was easy to figure out," Danny said to himself. He typed in 40 mph, hit the button on top of the gear-stick, and the ride started moving along the cables. The tunnels were lighted, but looked extremely creepy, like a dried-up sewer or old oil pipeline. A couple times he passed places to turn into another tunnel, but he decided to save those for a later day. At these places, he had to stop the ride to avoid breaking anything. After about 15 minutes, the cable ended, but there was a raised platform in front of the ride. Danny went up on it and headed forward. Towards the end of the path, he could see a glow from something and the sound of tools. Hiding behind an exposed rock, he observed the scene before him. Seven men were working on some strange-looking equipment on another raised platform. This one had a stairway leading up and tunnels to the left and right. Two rides were just coming in on the left tunnel now, a large box between them made of ghost-catching technology. This drew ectoplasmic smoke from Danny's mouth. One of the workers on the platform went over to help the men on the ride.

"Steady," he said as they slowed to a stop, "Steady...alright, let's get it unloaded!" he moved to unlock two latches on the side as two other men stepped forward, dressed in body armour and armed with tridents. These tridents had tips that were designed to fire ectoplasmic lasers.

"This the one they tracked from Amity Park?"

"No, but he was snoopin' around the storage room upstairs," Danny could hear shouting in the box and a few "bewares!"

"That voice..." he said quietly to himself. The box was finally opened, and, chained up in anti-ghost chains, was...

"I am The Box Ghost!" the little nimrod shouted, "and now that I am no longer confined within that which I control, I may now use the same box which you have contained me in for my own escape!" The Box Ghost attempted to possess the box, but the stuff the box was made of combined with a headband controlling his powers prevented it, "On second thought...perhaps I have a more perilous situation at hand."

"Get him down," the pitiful ghost was dragged to the floor and secured with more anti-ghost chains.

"Step away!" everyone quickly moved back as the men with armour charged up their tridents. They held them over The Box Ghost.

"Any last words?" one of them said.

"Mother" The Box Ghost squeaked. Danny had to shield his eyes from the huge flash that followed. He could hear The Box Ghost's screaming (which, like everything else about him, had some stupidity in it) and it continued with the flash for well over a few minutes. When the glare finally died down, Danny looked up. The Box Ghost was so weak he was now completely invisible. Blue ectoplasmic smoke was visible as he wheezed for air.

"I..." he coughed, "The Box Ghost...am very grateful to be a ghost right now," he collapsed. Danny couldn't stop staring at the scene in front of him. As annoying as his enemy was, this...this was just...

"Take him up to Level 4" the man who had come out to meet the rides appeared to be in charge. The men in armour complied. While they were walking up, however, a ghost tracker fell out of the belt of one of these men. When it hit the ground, it was activated, and it gave off a signal...pointing right to Danny.

"Hey!" the man in charge shouted, "Who's there?" Danny took off back to his ride. He had a bad feeling that, whatever tunnel those two rides had come from, there was some way for them to cut into his tunnel. He set the speed to 70 mph and took off. Behind him, several men ran over to the two rides in the other tunnel while the leader walked up to the control room. Danny yanked the laser from his backpack and readied himself from an attack from behind. His hair almost got burned off by a laser from the front. With no time to stop, Danny turned at the upcoming turn-place and narrowly avoided getting thrown off the ride and the cables snapping.

"Note to self," he said, "Don't try that again" he held the gun up again. Now his attackers were behind him. Knowing that his weapon only worked on ghosts, and with no desire to kill anyone, Danny mainly aimed to knock their own weapons out of their hands. He didn't know if they worked on him when he wasn't in ghost-mode, but he didn't want to find out. Since both parties had to worry about steering and attempting to get back to the main tunnel, that was easier than expected. Danny managed to disarm one man, and with that distraction, he managed to break and get back to the main tunnel. He soon wished he hadn't. Three rides were coming down the main tunnel straight for him. The highest speed on the rides was 120 mph. Danny set his to that speed and took off, hanging on for dear life!

"Ah, great," he moaned; they were gaining fast. He just then got a plan. Grabbing his backpack and going ghost, he prepared for impact. On the final break point before reaching the passage, Danny refused to stop. At this speed, the ride snapped off the cable and flew apart, flinging Danny forward towards the passage back to the mansion. He phased through the wall and fell through one of his dad's tables without harming anything before phasing back to normal.

"Well," he said while getting his breath, "That didn't complicate anything."

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"The damage blocked up the tunnel," one of the men shouted, let's get some explosive over here!"

"No need," the leader called over their earpiece communicators, "He saw nothing important, and we've got more work to do. He can't get back in. I managed to get a picture on him from the tunnel's cameras. I think Ms. Frost will want to see it. Return to Level 1" the men climbed back on their rides.