Writer- Yikes- this is going to be awkward. I'm on my cruise holiday where wifi costs a fortune and my 3G is running low, so don't expect any updates till at least the 27th. That being said, I have no problem with leaving you on a cliffhanger
(And, somehow, I'm getting 3G in the middle of the ocean but put me in, say, LONDON, and no luck getting signal)
Agnes' newly required heels clicked as she walked down the white tiled corridor. In her hand was an ID she'd 'borrowed' from another agent, with a picture of her in her latest disguise, that she'd taken on her phone and printed out, taped over the blonde-haired woman's face.
"My name is Isabella Lacey Jones and I was born on September the first 1999," she muttered under her breath, "my access number is 10." She repeated this over and over again, till she reached a sliding metal door. The sign above read
'Ghost Containment- level 9+ Access Number only.' She thanked her lucky stars that her pass was high enough as she moved towards the barriers, feeling like she'd just won the lottery.
She scanned her pass.
Red light.
Again.
Red.
Last time.
Green.
She sighed with relief, before moving through into Ghost Containment. She was in, and she just hopped that the others were fine
The others were not fine, but they didn't have time to think about that, as they ran down hallway after hallway, being persuaded by an army of GIW agents.
Scarlett was stuck between a rock and a hard place, knowing her only escape would be to freeze time, but that might involve her own death, destroying the... well, she couldn't think about that, keep flying.
Dani was by her side whilst injecting herself with her annual ecto-deject as she flew as fast as she could.
Tucker was regretting not paying attention in GYM as he panted along. He wanted to stop, but would probably be trampled by the (unfashionable) black standard-issue boots worn by the white-cladded army. He's picked up by one of the flying halfas, but he didn't notice which girl currently had him in they're arms, as he watched the ground drift further away and blur
Mabel didn't quite understand what was going on. She'd defeated a god-damm DEAMON last summer but couldn't even take out a couple (ok, a few more) of normal humans. She reached into her unusually deep pockets and pulled out a blue and red spray paint bottle and aimed it at the suits. As soon as the colourful spray touched the blank canvas of the suits, they freaked out, trying to rub it off but instead spread the (relatively small) original colour splotches around, creating large patch-like blobs on the crisp, once snow-white suits. The group sniggered as they watched, and Scarlett had pulled out a vintage camera (out of nowhere) with a really loud flash and started taking constantly pictures of the ghost-kinds enemies crying over colour, and posted to Ghostagram.
Eventually, the sight became less funny, and Scarlett, white combat boots and all, stormed over to the crying agents, tying her hair in a high ponytail as she walked. She smiled a large, murderess smile as she made a ice knife, infusing it with her unique purple ectoplasm. She lifted the head of the leader, and held the sharp, frozen blade up to his neck.
"Make us 4 passes with these pictures. The details are on the back. Be back in five minutes or he gets it and I'll come for you." She threatened, bluntly, passing a random picture to a random 4 agents.
"Pusses," she muttered as the agent with photographs ran off.
Agnes walked along the corridors, knowing she would need to find Danny Phantom all by herself because a lot of people knew her here, from Christmas parties and stuff.
She bumped into a tall, dark skinned man with a mop of dark, unruly curls. They both apologised, but than, almost like a question,
"Agnes?"
"Dad," she conferred, sounding very guilty.
The group held their newly required level 14 passes up to the scanners of Ghost Containment and entered just in time to see Agnes being dragged off, gagged and tied up by a man Dani recognised as one of the agents that had captured Danny. He'd called himself Agent Parker