Here's the replies to the reviews left on the last chapter:
Dianasaur101: I'm glad you're enjoying it thus far! I've read a couple of other Nobody Knows AU's, some are finished, some are unfinished, if you are interested in this AU and want to read other's takes on it as well I could make a small rec list :) Yes, I'm keeping it kind of light here at the beginning, but fair warning, I do plan on eventually taking a bit darker turns (something I wish the actual show had done as the characters got older). Thanks for the review! Hopefully I'll hear from you again sometime! :)
Guest: Hello! Thank you for your understanding! I'll try not to have too many delays like this one in the future lol. Also, glad you liked them in the last chapter! :)
Ectoplasmic Secrets
Motive
Summary: Greg Axel, director of the GIW is willing to do whatever it takes to make sure no one else will have to go through what he did.
The sun was long gone, the sky a shade of inky black. There was no moon visible, making the suburban street even darker than on any other night. All of the warmly glowing orange street lights were out, along with the light from every house on the road. A chill lingered in the air that caused a shiver to run up Greg's spine. The young man was baffled as to why the electricity would have gone out, seeing as there were no storms around that day. He only hoped it hadn't caused much distress at home, that was the last thing Cynthia needed, seeing as she was due for their second child in just a few weeks.
Greg unlocks the front door and it creaks as he forces it open. There is not a spec of light coming from within nor a single sound. Perhaps Cynthia and Ben were just in the kitchen, or the bedroom. For whatever reason, he glanced at the wood flooring just inside the doorway.
Light from a passing car's headlights briefly illuminated the hallway, casting odd shadows that moved like serpents. A patch of light slithered along and Greg's eyes caught onto the slimy green substance spotting the hardwood floor.
"Greg?"
He was snapped out of his thoughts and glanced up at his colleague, Mike, who was looking at him expectantly. "What was that?" Greg asked.
"Your thoughts? On the plan?"
Greg nodded and skimmed his eyes over the papers in his hands for the fifth time. It was the plan they were proposing to him for any and all Ghost Zone expeditions for the next three years.
"No manned missions until over two years from now you say?" he asked with a bit of disappointment laced in his voice.
Mike tensed a little, "Yes, well precautions need to be taken. It'll take dozens of drone testing missions before we will even know if it's safe for humans to-"
Greg's voice raised a bit, "Well then get the tests done faster! We need manned missions within a year!"
"Sir," Mike became slightly defensive, "I wish that we could, but it's just not possible realistically speaking."
Greg relaxed again and chuckled softly. "Realistically." He said, "In this organization we have agents and engineers, and scientists pushing the boundaries of what is possible everyday. The technology they're creating today would have been unfathomable even just five years ago. And do you know why all these people are doing this?"
Mike remained quiet.
"They're doing this, we are doing this so that those murderous pests can be exterminated, and so no one else will have to go home to find their families torn apart by something that shouldn't even exist in the first place!" By the time Greg finished he was yelling. He took a breath and calmed himself. "The sooner we can learn about their filthy world, is the sooner we'll be able to find a way and get rid of every. Last. One."
Greg looked at Mike, who had averted his eyes during Greg's spiel. "So tell me Mike, when can we begin manned missions to the Ghost Zone?" His voice was calm but clearly hid frustration and anger just beneath the surface.
Mike stuttered slightly at first, "I-I'll have to t-talk to many, many people to be sure, b-but with all hands on deck we should be able to in around 14 months. That's November of next year."
Greg breathed in and nodded slowly. "I suppose that's better. Now get to work, I expect to see a revised version of that plan of yours on my desk by Friday."
A/N: So sorry for the delay! If there ever are more delays like that in the future (and I'll be honest, there probably will be, because that's just life) then you can always check the A/N on the latest chapter, where I'll always try to give news on new posting dates :)
Does anyone use the FanFiction app and know how to add the lines/dividers in chapters? Or is it just something you can only do on the computer? I haven't been able to find that function on the app lol.
Posting date for the next chapter currently is Tuesday March 5th!
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