"Guys get ready!" Jazz said, her voice laced with determination. "Danny's hurt..." she faded off when she saw a white dot in the distance, moving quickly towards them. "Is that you?"

"Is that you?" Sam countered.

She heard Tucker gasp. "You're being followed by like a hundred ghosts!"

"Really?" She asked sarcastically. "I didn't notice."

"How could you not notice?" Tucker shot back. Then he yelped as Sam obviously hit him. "Ow! That hurt!"

"Of course she noticed!" the goth's voice rang with exasperation.

"Oh," Tucker replied.

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"Sir! There's an escape vehicle approaching!" One of the ghosts pointed out.

"Of course there is," he said in a dangerously quiet voice. The ghost got the hint and backed down. Walker continued, "Ive been expecting it...now get that girl in range!"

"If I go ahead, I can get her in range, sir," another larger ghost flew forward. Walker nodded with a smile, and the police ghost nodded back before grabbing a large gun from one of the others in the crowd. Then, with a salute, he flew ahead.

He began to catch up with her at a much faster pace than the rest of the force, and finally got to a point where he could slow and set the large, tube-like weapon on his shoulder without falling out of range again. The others watched expectantly as they began to gain on their comrad.

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"I'm almost to you!" Jazz called, realizing that flying at this speed for this long had begun to sap her energy. She wondered if she'd feel the workout in human form too. "Please no," she pleaded. The last thing she needed as the pain of such strain on top of everything else.

Suddenly, Sam called out to her. "Jazz! Watch out!" Jazz turned her head over hershoulder and saw a large ghost shoot an energy blast at her, from an extremely large ectoplasmic wand thing...

'Wand thing?' she asked herself. 'Since when have I used terms like "wand thing"'? The slight panic thathad started to come over her caused her to shake the thought from her mind. Thinking fast, she did a few quick equasions in her head. She had to be doing sixty...maybe even seventy-five or more, and the specter speeder was capable of at least that speed...'wait' she told herself. 'If that blast hits us, even remotly close to the vehicle, we'll be knocked into it. Not good. That might cause the speeder damage, but it would definately hurt them. That was the last thing Danny needed...so I HAVE to stop that somehow.'

She dodged, but the blast followed her trajectory, catching up quickly. She could almsot feel it burn her...tail. "Of course," she muttered.

An idea suddenly came to her, and she groaned at it...but she knew she coudln't come up with another idea with the time she had. Using all her strength, she forced her hand between herself and her brother's shoulder, and put the other on his leg. "I'm sorry, Danny," she said softly, and shoved him away as she did her best to stop dead (no pun intended) herself, transfering most of the speed to Danny alone.

She almost leapt for joy at the sight of his eyes cracking open with the sudden jolt.

"Jazz?" he asked weakly.

"Take care of Danny!" She yelled at the same time that Sam and Tucker started yelling at her, asking her what she was doing and if she'd gone crazy. Then the blast hit her dead center, causing a scream to rip away from her throat.

"JAZZ!" Three voices yelped, although she couldnt really register their concern.

The pain lessened, and she realized through a daze that the blast had indeed knocked her forward, just as she'd predicted. She now followed her brother at a much slower, uncontrolled pace.

"Good..." she muttered to herself. "Must keep moving..." She tried to correct herself anddive for the speeder, barely aware of Walker's cruel laugh, or the fact that many of the ghosts had almost caught up with her.

That's when she felt something bulky and metal fall over her head, and suddenly snap shut around her neck, jerking her, choking and stuttering, to a stop.

"What?" She reached her hands up and tried to pull it away, but it stayed tightly in place.

"JAZZ!" She heard three voices again, one almost imperceptible, seeing as he didn't have any Fenton Phones on, and was now more than a hundred yards away.

"We've got her, boys!" Walker's gleeful tone crowed in triumph behind her. "Now, let's bring her in!"


Sorry it's so short guys. ; Thanks again for all the replys. :hug:

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