On the way home from school, Sam and Tucker stayed with Danny against their parents' orders. Danny had been extremely edgy since the news report.
"Danny, if you keep moving your head around looking for something you're going to make it come off," Tucker commented.
"They said on the news that Paranormalics was preparing their men to occupy Amity," Sam said, "It doesn't mean they're here yet. That gives us some time to think about our plans."
"Unless your parents force you to go back home," Danny was still nervous.
"They can try," Sam shrugged, "It's not like we're gonna co-operate anyway. Right, Tucker?" silence, "Tucker?"
"I'm thinking..."
"TUCKER!" Sam and Danny shouted.
"Relax, I'm just kidding," Danny sighed in annoyance and opened the door to his house. His parents were moving around with boxes in their hands, serious looks on their faces.
"Danny, go up to your room and pack your things. Now," his dad said.
"Why, what's going..."
"Now," Jack said more defiantly, "Everything out of the lab, Maddie?"
"Yes, but I don't know what to do about The Ghost-Zone Portal."
"We'll come back eventually and I don't know how to turn it off...do you, son?"
"No. What's going..."
"We'll have to seal the lab," he ran downstairs.
"Danny, listen to your father and pack up. Sam, Tucker, you'll have to go home."
"What!?" Danny was now incredibly confused, "Don't tell me you've got a grudge against them because of their parents now!"
"It's not that. We're moving."
"Why!? What the heck is going on!?!"
"Didn't they show the state of emergency announcement at school?" the three teens nodded, "We need to get out of here before they show up. After Friday night they'll probably get us all arrested."
"We're not leaving then," Sam said, "We were here that night too."
"Sam, I appreciate this, but it's not for you to..." the phone rang.
"I'll get it," Jack came up from the lab, grabbing the phone, "Hello? Ah, Mrs. Manson..." Sam began waving her arms and shaking her head frantically in a way that showed that she wanted him to say "she's not here."
"...No, she's not over here," Jack caught on, "Have you tried the Foleys? Not there either...well, if she comes by, I'll send her straight home...all right. Good-bye," he hung up.
"Jack!" Maddie shouted, "What are you doing!?"
"If Samantha and Tucker are this devoted to Danny they'll probably stow away in the back of the Fenton Van anyway, so why try and stop them?" Sam, Tucker, and Danny all smiled in relief, "I sealed off the lab and Jazz has the Spectre Speeder ready."
"Sam, Tucker..." Maddie was about to object to Jack's plan before sighing, "Never mind," she ran off, telling Danny to get packed. This time, he obliged.
---
"Your mother's taking the Fenton RV where we loaded most of the equipment, food, clothes, etc. and your sister's in the Spectre Speeder. That leaves you kids with me," none of the kids looked too happy about that; Jack Fenton was not known for his expertise in driving.
"Uh, Dad? The Spectre Speeder has room, doesn't it?"
"Not with all your sister's papers in there. Hop in," Danny sighed, climbing into the Fenton Van. Sam and Tucker took the back seats, which had been moved up to make room for some bags and newly installed computers. They waited for the Fenton RV to pull out first, and then waited to see that Jazz had gotten the Spectre Speeder out of the docking bay before moving out themselves.
"We're we going?" Danny asked.
"Either to your aunt's or to join the resistance movement to Paranormalics," Jack said, shifting gears, "Conrad seemed to be moving north from Virginia last time I checked."
"Can we go by my house?" Tucker asked, "I need to get my spare set of glasses."
"Tucker," Sam said, "We are trying to get out of town without our parents knowing and with no knowledge of when Paranormalics will show up, and you want to go to your house?"
"Yeah."
"Forget it," Danny talked this time, "They're probably on their way already."
"But..."
"No way!"
---
"Dad, why did you stop so he could get his glasses!?" Danny moaned.
"It can't take that long, can it?" the walkie-talkie Jack had on his belt went off, "Maddie?"
"Where are you, Jack?" her voice sounded annoyed.
"In an alley near Tucker's. He needed to get a spare set of glasses, so..."
"You stopped for that!?"
"He's coming out now, so just relax..."
"When he gets in the car, hit the gas!" her voice suddenly changed to a worried tone.
"Maddie, what's wrong!?"
"They're coming into town!" Jazz shouted over the other line. Tucker got into the car at that point, and noticed everyone's concerned looks.
"What?" he asked.
"Brace yourself," Jack slammed down on the gas, taking off and knocking Tucker into the back of the van. Already Paranormalics vans were patrolling the streets, Jack nearly crashing into two of them. They quickly followed in pursuit, joined by a third van. They were moving just as fast as Jack was, and gaining.
"I've got three on my tail and I'm passing King Street," Jack said into the walkie-talkie, "Where are you?"
"Five blocks over and to your north," Maddie answered, "Jazz is right above me. I haven't been...someone's caught me! I'll lose 'em and meet you at the city's south exit," with that, Jack turned off the walkie-talkie and grinned.
"Dad," Danny looked nervous, "You're not planning to..."
"Time to use the jet propulsion, baby!" his finger slammed down on a big red button that had a caution box around it. Already going at 120 mph, the van shot forward, almost forcing the back doors open and pushing Danny and Sam back into their seats. It didn't do any good, though. The same device was in the Paranormalics vans.
"I knew those thievin' rats were stealing technology from me somehow!" Jack muttered when he noticed.
"Try and lose 'em," Danny went ghost, "I've got an idea," he phased through the bottom of the van, re-emerging below and holding onto the bottom of the car for dear life. With Danny's seat available, Tucker slowly pulled himself towards the front of the van, finally making it over the back seat and into the front.
"Alright, time to look at gadgets!" he cracked his knuckles.
"Just don't push anything on my side of the control panel," Jack advised, "The ones on my side all control the car's driving."
---
After phasing down, Danny flew back towards the first Paranormalics van, grabbing onto the bottom of the car and getting as good a grip as he could with one hand. With the other he formed an energy blast and fired it into the jets, causing the van to abruptly slow down. He fired another one, and the van began skidding out of control, crashing into a fire hydrant; Danny let go right before it hit, flying towards the second van. He did the same to this one, sending it into a light pole. On the third van, he landed on the roof instead. This seemed to be the fastest; it was gaining on his dad's van quick He phased down into the front, knocking out the driver and shoving him into the back. He took the driver's seat.
"This would be so much easier if I actually knew how to drive," he said to himself, grabbing the wheel. The van was going downhill, almost side-by- side with Jack's van. He spun the wheel in the opposite direction and jumped out, phasing into his dad's van, which abruptly turned and stopped as he became solid again. Danny opened his eyes after the van had completely stopped. His head had landed in Sam's lap. He shot up as soon as he noticed this.
"...Sorry," he finally said.
"No problem," both felt even more awkward than the time when they had fallen on top of each other after escaping The Order's lair outside Amity.
"Good work, son!" Jack turned around, beaming, "All three of them taken down at once! Those are some powers of yours!"
"Err...thanks," he said meekly, still uncomfortable about where his head had landed.
"Now let's get out of this town!"
"Dad, can you not..." Jack hit the jet propulsion, knocking everyone back into their seats.
---
Among the things packed in the Fenton RV, there was camping gear. After meeting up outside the south edge of town, the group had agreed to camp out in the woods rather than try to make it to a small town. Now night had fallen, a fire burning. Jack had activated the monitor that displayed the news in the Fenton Van.
"Since occupying Amity Park, Paranormalics agents have attempted and failed to capture Jack Fenton, a lunatic ghost-hunter who escaped town earlier today. It was revealed that his son was half-ghost and authorities have reason to believe that the family has captured two students of Casper High School; Samantha Manson and Tucker Foley," pictures of them appeared on screen, and Sam rolled her eyes, "If you have any information about this, please contact Paranormalics at once. In a related story, members of the resistance movement to Paranormalics have recently been found to be hiding in a broken down warehouse, all that remains of a town several miles south of Amity that burned to the ground a few years ago," Jack turned it off there.
"I propose heading that way," he said.
"I agree," Maddie added.
"Like we have a choice?" Jazz put in sarcastically.
---
The group had gotten up early and headed out fast; if it was said on the news, that meant that Paranormalics agents were sure to be on their way to the warehouse. There was an old road leading to it, but it was in poor condition. Soon enough, however, it was in sight.
"There it is," Jack said over the walkie-talkie.
"And here come Paranormalics agents behind us," Jazz said. Looking into the mirror, Jack saw them.
"Hang on, kids!" he hit the jet propulsion.
---
The warehouse had been converted into a fort...at least, the best fort 35 men and ghosts who just wanted peace and quiet could make. It had been a miracle that Conrad had managed to recruit any ghosts into this resistance, but somehow he managed, bringing their numbers up to 117. These 35 had been sent up with most of the best equipment (which hadn't been the best to start with) to occupy Amity Park, but sure that Paranormalics would beat them to it, Colonel John Fountain, the commander, decided to form a stronghold in the warehouse. Fountain had broken his leg when he fell from a platform while mounting a grenade launcher, so Lieutenant Colonel Wincat Alcala had taken over. He now stood at the north end of the fort with ten sentries, watching the van, the RV, and the hover car approach, followed by two Paranormalics vans.
"Cover 'em!" Alcala shouted when he saw that his sentries weren't doing anything.
"Allow The Box Ghost to handle the situation!" the annoying blue weirdo flew up, sending several boxes towards the enemy vans. Distracted, they crashed into one another, completely wrecking themselves. The drivers fled.
"How many times do I have to tell you to get out of..." Alcala stopped shouting, "Hey, he did it!" The doors to the fort were opened for the three vehicles that had been pursued. Alcala ran down to greet those who were coming out from them.
"I'm Wincat Alcala, you folks alright?" he asked.
"Think so. I'm Jack Fenton, Ghost Hunter Extraordinare!" this drew gasps from the ghost defenders of the fort.
"Then what brings you here?"
"Paranormalics has no proper handling for paranormal science! More importantly, my son's half-ghost and they're trying to take him!"
"Half-ghost? Is your son's name Danny Fenton?"
"It is. Why?"
"I am The Box Ghost!" the little nimrod flew over, "Your son is the ghost-child! The phantom boy! The halfa! I have confronted him before, but now, on the same side, we form an uneasy alliance! He is either loved or loathed in the zone of the paranormal! BEWARE!" he flew off. Alcala shook his head and walked over to Danny.
"Good to meet you, Danny," he shook his hand.
"Uh...thanks," Danny looked around, "I didn't know you guys recruited ghosts."
"Well, you're not all evil, right? You know that idiot Box Ghost?"
"Unfortunately, yes."
"We've been trying to get rid of him for the past few days," Alcala whispered to him, "I'll break the news to Colonel Fountain."
"So you're not in charge?" Jack asked.
"No. Colonel Fountain is, but he took a fall helping us with that grenade launcher," he pointed to it, "Broke his foot and been out of action ever since," he headed over to an area of the warehouse that had been turned into barracks. A minute later, he came out with a man on crutches and dressed crudely.
"Jack Fenton, I'm Colonel Fountain," he shook Jack's hand, "Good to meet ya'. All this equipment here yours?"
"It is."
"Good. What we lack in manpower this should make up for. When we cleared out of Paranormalics we took as much stuff with us as we could, but we only managed to get prototype lasers and one-pronged ghost traps we've since turned into tranquillisers. Is your son really Danny Phantom?"
"...If that's what he calls himself as a ghost, then yes," Jack motioned to his son. Fountain walked over and shook his hand.
"Glad to meet you as well. We've heard some of the ghosts mention you," he suddenly raised his voice, "I want some men to move out and get everything that they can out of those wrecked trucks!" he turned back to Jack, "I'll get someone to help you get your things out of your vans. We'll get some barracks for you."
"Thank you," Jack opened the back doors to the Fenton Van, and Sam and Tucker went get some things out.
"We have a radio that plays the news," Fountain said to Danny, "Heard the report last night. I don't really think you kidnapped your friends there, right?"
"They came with us."
"Thought so," he looked at Sam, "She your girlfriend?"
"My best friend. Did you also hear that you guys got discovered?"
"Yep. I reckon we've got about three to five days before they decide how many men to send here and how many stay in Amity. Bruce isn't with them in Amity and without him, it takes a while for them to make decisions," Tucker came out of the van, holding a heavy box. He tripped, and the box landed on Fountain's broken foot. His eyes grew wider.
"Will someone..." his voice was weak, "please help me re-position the bones in my foot?" he slowly hobbled off to his room with Alcala's help.