Chapter 20
Phantoms of the Heart:
Phantom Traveler, Part 2 of 3
Third Act: Ghostly Touch
Salem, Massachusetts.
September 2, 12:45 PM Local time
Jazz and Danny arrive at Salem a day earlier, due to Danny powering the RV's ecto-converter with his own exceeding ghost energy, boosting the vehicle so it would run much faster than usual breaking the speed-limit driving over 210 miles per whenever there were no other cars in the road, though he kept the RV intangible most of the time, just in case.
As soon as they get to town, they look for the Chief Robert M. St. Pierre Police Headquarter, name given to the police station after the former Chief of police.
"My god Danny, you drive like dad!" Jazz claims as she gets out of the car with her legs shaking, glad to set foot on firm ground. "No, scratch that, you drive worse than dad."
"Oh please, I do not drive like dad, I kept the tires on the road all the time. The RV didn't jump not even once."
"You melted the tires on the ground. That's a huge difference" she replies exasperated.
"…See? That happened because I kept the car on the road, not jumping so there you have it. Dad would have kept the car jumping and bumping all the way up here." Danny says as they walk toward the station. "Besides that way was faster, that's what you wanted. You should thank me, sometimes I feel unappreciated by you."
"What can I say? Sometimes you make that a challenge of your own."
"And here I thought we had a bonding brotherly moment these days."
"Yeah right. Nothing says bonding moment like telling your sister how you feel and then starting a prank war."
"Exactly. Definitely I'm starting to love you more than the real Jazz."
The two Fenton keep arguing as they walk into the station looking for whoever was in charge of the ghost-zombie circus the station had turned into these past few weeks.
As soon as they step inside the building they see how the ghost-zombies had became the main priority of all the station, breaking havoc inside its wall.
Every member of Salem's police force in uniform or plainclothes from every division, was working on the case and hardly anyone would take their eyes away from the boards and folders with pictures of the victims, crime scenes and out-of-focus pictures of the ghost-zombies taken with phones by the witnesses. Hardly anyone was paying attention to them, luckily for them a female police Officer had second free to attend them.
"Hello kids, can I help you with something? - asks female Officer, a 5, 6 foot tall black woman with huge green eyes and a sturdy complexion and short hair. The woman somehow reminds Danny of an older version Valerie which then reminds him of his awkward conversation with her before leaving town.
"Yeah, I'm special agent Padalecki, this special agent Ackles" Danny says to the Officer getting a weird and confused look from his sister and a peeved stare from the Officer. "We're here to help with the ghost-zombie case."
"Aha, if you kids are with the FBI, then I'm with the Cirque du Soleil over here. Look kid we are too busy to be goofing around over here with you two, so if you had your fun then please leave before I put in jail for impersonating an FBI agent."
"…Well, I tried. Looks like Hollywood lied to me again!" says Danny.
"Look kid we really don't have time to be playing with clowns like you, and… wait a minute I think I know you" says the Officer taking a better look at his face. "You are that ghost kid from tv, aren't you?"
"Well technically I'm a man now and I don't have my own tv show anymore, thanks to some idiots from the channel, but yes I'm Danny Phantom!" Claims loudly with his fists in his waist, calling attention from everyone in the room for just a few seconds. "And this is my sister Jazz, she is human, not important" he says demeaning her as a sidekick in a derisive way, just for the pleasure of pissing her off.
"Hey! That is rude" Jazz says.
"Oh my! My kid loves you, he idolizes you."
"Ha-ha… well thanks…" he says blushed.
"I'm guessing you guys are actually here for these, "ghsot-zombies" you said?"
"I call them ghozbies for short… or chompers, but yeah."
"Ghozbies? So that's a thing, eh? And here I thought the news was scrapping the bottom of the barrel with the headlines."
"Yes, and how do we call you…?" asks Jazz.
"I'm Officer Rambeau, Monica Rambeau. But you can call me Monique. Everyone does."
"Ok, eh, could you take us to your boss?" inquires Danny. "Tell him or her you got some… specialized help for this case."
"Sure thing, sweetie. Come with me."
Officer Rambeau takes them to the office of the Chief Rick Grimes, who is yelling at the Mayor on the phone, who called looking for good news to make the parents and citizens feel better. The words are so loud that can be heard across the hallway.
"…well tell the parents I have every man and woman in every division working to hunt freaking zombies that are invisible and appear out of nowhere and fade away the same way! Tell the news that the police department has now become the Ghost Busters department and all we need to crack this case is Ash Williams' help! Is that enough of a good news to you, sir?!"
Mad and frustrated like he has never been, he slams the phone on his ebony desk repeatedly.
"You kids wait at the door here for a moment. I'll try to chill him up."
The Officer walks into the office to inform her boss about their presence. She takes a few minutes first trying to calm him down.
"She gets you nervous" points Jazz. "Does she reminds you of someone?"
"What?"
"You guys can come in" says Officer Rambeau.
Danny and Jazz step into the office where the Chief had already calmed down and greets them kind and cheerfully, shaking their hands very hard.
"It's an honor to meet you, eh sir." Says shaking Danny's hand.
"Sir? That's what I'm talking about, respect." Danny says with a huge smile.
"Well I must say, when Officer Rambeau here told me we were getting special help I thought it was those government types, what's their name?
"The Guys in White?" asks Danny.
"Yeah, what's their name?"
"The Guys in White."
"Yes, them, who are they?" asks the Chief again.
"The Guys in White are named the Guys in White. That's their name" explains Danny. "And I wouldn't expect too much from them. I've been kicking their ass since I was fourteen. Frankly we are more qualified for this task than they are" he states in assured of his words, almost sounding overconfident to Jazz.
"Big words coming from such a young man" points Chief Rick. "I like to see that."
"Hell yeah. So what do you got so far?"
"Cutting straight to chase, eh? I like that too. So far the only thing we got is a bunch of eaten horny kids and a bigger lot of angry parents raging for answers and jackal reporters middling trying to uncover some sort of stupid cover up theory that doesn't exist or… I don't know what they came up with now. Every time we get a case with this many dead bodies they think it's a conspiracy."
"That happens when you grow watching Bourne Supremacy" Danny jokes.
The Chief shares with Danny and Jazz everything they got so far and names Officer Monica Rambeau as special "ghost hunter liaison" for this case, and tasks her with helping them for anything they might need. He was also kind enough to let them use the former police station in the 17 street as their personal headquarter so they wouldn't have to stay in a motel room or the RV, something they were very grateful for, all the had to do was moving their bed from the RV to one of the manny empty offices.
The former police station was long abandoned since 1992 and was currently undergoing through some repairs to be used again but even though it wasn't ready, it was good enough for them to stay as long as they need.
That same afternoon they go see the survivors of the last ghost-zombie attack. Two of them were in coma and the only one who would be of any help was the only cheerleader left, Stacy Blair.
All her life Stacy has been a bit of a living cliché: a pretty natural with big blue eyes, loved by every guy at school, and hated by all girls except those who secretly love her the same as the guys. When hitting puberty she would become the classic blond bombshell who would become head of the cheerleader squad, becoming the most popular girl with a reputation that would often be in the fringes. But, unlike most blond clichés, she was not dumb, instead she was one of the smartest girls at school, something she didn't even have to strive for. To this Danny could argue that she was a blonde and actually popular version of Jazz to which she replies "I'm not a slut", but then again being now the sole survivor of a real life "horror film" surely didn't make any good for her "real life cliché" status.
They fly to her apartment downtown where she was alone with her single mother who was scared to death for the recent events and decided to leave Salem for good, to someplace free of ghosts. "Good luck trying to find that now" thinks Danny.
Once there Danny asks "So, how do you wanna play this? Good cop. Bad cop?" before knocking the door.
"We're not… you know what? You can play bad cop."
"Sweet!"
When the door opens they introduce themselves and ask to talk with Stacy about the incident, the mother refuses to let her talk with them but Danny wasn't in the mood to get a no for an answer, so he phases himself and his sister into the apartment.
"What are-? How did you get in here?" Asks the mother.
"What part of I'm Danny Freaking Phantom you didn't get… ma'am?"
"Mrs. Blair, I get this is difficult but we really need to talk to your daughter" Jazz says talking polite and sympathetic, completely different from her brother.
"I won't-"
"It's ok mom…" Says Stacy walking downstairs. "I'll talk to them."
"Sweetie you don't have to-"
"I do, mom."
Stacy insist in talking to them much against her mother's will, who agrees to leave the living room grudgingly, moving into the kitchen. With the mother gone, the daughter starts talking with the Fentons.
"I'll tell you everything I told the police" she says.
"Ha. No, we read that in your statement, what about you telling us what you didn't tell the police?" Danny answers in a rude manner surprising even Jazz.
"Like what?" Asks Stacy.
"Like what were you doing there in the first place?" Jazz asks kindly.
"Seriously, a party in the woods two weeks right after. Half your classmates got chomped during a party? What were you thinking?!" He asks.
"I…"
"You weren't thinking. A party in the woods? Can guys be any more of a cliche?-Don't answer that."
"That's… a good point, but still beside the point Danny." Jazz says.
"Right…"
"You're not going to let that go, are you?" Jazz asks.
"…No"
"Ok, I'll make the questions" she says. "Stacy, tell us exactly what happened last night?"
"I was there to have sex."
"Well that's blunt honest" Danny points, "good to see she doesn't mind to be honest."
"Ok, what else happened last night?" Asks Jazz.
"But cut the obvious part. Tell us something useful."
"Like what? The only thing I didn't tell them was that I was… that I was there to have sex with… my best friend's boyfriend… because I thought she was" she says keeping herself from crying, with a lump in her throat.
"Uh, but at least you waited till she was dead… or half dead" Danny jokes.
"Danny, shut up!" Orders Jazz, glaring. "Please continue. Who was this friend of yours?"
"…Janet."
"That's the one appeared out of nowhere, right?" Asks Danny.
"Yes. All this time we thought they were all dead and then… they appear out of the blue… and eat us all and…" Stacy begins to cry uncontrollably, with huge tears tuning down her cherry-cheeks. She covers her face in shame.
"Wait, that means you were having sex with the zombie chick's boyfriend, right?"
"How could I call myself her friend when the first thing I do when she dies is going to a party to sleep with her boyfriend? We know since kindergarten, we shared everything! You know for a second there I stopped and I told to myself 'why am I doing this?' And I felt like the worst friend ever, like I was worth shit."
"We'll… you were just loyal to your friendship. You just were… oversharing stuff, in this case her boyfriend" Danny says. "Though… you should have probably asked first, I think that's what up set her."
"What are you talking about?" Asked Jazz.
"I think I got our first clue, I'll tell you later. Anything else you might have forgotten in your statement?"
"No" she cried.
"Do you know anyone who might have a grudge against you and your party friends? Anyone who might seem good with computer stuff or… murdery?
"That could be narrowed down to the entire A.V. club, the science club and the Goth club."
"The Goth club?" Jazz asked.
"Yes, we got so many of them wandering around the school the principal thought it was a good idea to give them their own club. I think that's an excuse to lock them away in a room so we wouldn't have to put out with them in the halls." Stacy explains to them.
"Wow, and here I thought Principal Ishiyama was a Japanese female version of Kim Jong" says Danny laughing.
Before leaving Jazz asks one more time "You sure there isn't anything else? Anything can help us."
"…chain marks… I-I'm not sure… but I think she hand chain marks in her hands and heels"
"Chain marks?" They ask.
"I'm not sure, but I saw some weird marks on her before… before she turned into that thing," she cried.
"If that's the case, that means she probably was held captive, she was a prisoner, which could confirms your theory that there is someone behind all this attacks." Jazz retorted. "Maybe he or she keeps them locked down and chained until-"
"Gutsy wants out," Danny cuts her off blurtting another bad joke.
"Oh my gosh. You-you think somebody is forcing her to do this? You think someone is torturing her?!"
Danny answers to her query. "That's what we're trying to find out."
"…do you know if the police found my phone?" She asks. "I lost it last night."
"No but I'll give it to you if I found it."
"Eh, who planned this party?" Jazz pondered.
"I-I don't know. I found out about it by one of those text messages that people sends so many times that no one knows where it started."
"Well whoever it was, sure is modest enough to not brag about this… killer party." Danny jokes.…
Exasperated and painstakingly Jazz asks him to stop. "Danny just don't."
"If that's it… then I guess we gotta go now. Eh, whatever you may need, you can ask me anytime" he says to Stacy, "we're at the old police station. Anything just say my name. Here is my card."
"I just told you I don't have a phone."
"Use the house phone. Damn kids today," Danny says.
Danny hands her a presentation card with his phone number and the words "Danny Phantom Full Time Superhero!" written on green with black background.
"Wait, since when do you have presentation cards?" Inquired Jazz.
"Since I realized cool and important people do, and I'm the most important and coolest person in the world," says with a smirk.
"Ok…" Stacy says a second before Danny teleports himself and Jazz back to the old police station.
"All right, that was one of the most awkward and… weirdest interrogations we've had, and we've had quite some."
"No kidding, I felt so bad I couldn't even go and be full bad cop with her." Danny says.
"Danny you were being bad everything."
"Says you. Anyway I think I got a clue. What she said about Janet showing up when she was having sex with her boyfriend, what if she was appeared there because of that?"
"Like if she or somebody (assuming she is controlled) was waiting for that exactly? What are the odds?" Inquires Jazz.
"Maybe. Or maybe… it was because she felt guilty for doing that and maybe she sensed that guilt and went after her. Some ghost tend feed on emotions, you know? Maybe it worked as a beacon for her and her new chomper pals."
"Ok, so your theory is that either our unsub was waiting for Stacy to sleep with Janet's boyfriend to send her there so she'll have a reason to eat them all (which she didn't)… or that she sensed them having sex and went there to kill them by her own will taking her ghost-zombified friends with her?… It actually makes sense."
"Really? 'Cause I feel like my head just exploded trying to beat some sense into that?"
"That happens when you don't use your brain too often."
"Ouch. Ouch. That was rude."
"Well you started it."
Fourth Act: A cat in a box.
Two days pass without any sign of a ghost-zombie in the city, the police department keeps working hard to crack the case but not even with the new clues Danny gave them they seem to have any progress in the investigation.
The only thing they have so far is half the school's senior students dead or missing, a swarm of ghost-zombie hybrids on the loose and well hidden, and a possibly murderous party planner that might or might not be the one controlling the ghost-zombies to eat the students following some personal agenda.
Jazz mentions the possibility of Technus being the one behind these attacks, but this is way too out of his style to be him even with all the changes in his methods says Danny, and there was not a trace of his ecto-signature anywhere in the town or the signal he uses to control them, so Danny rules him out as a suspect.
Having no suspects and no more clues to work with, each night Danny spent in Salem he would duplicate himself and patrol the city watching those places where the ghost-zombies were seen the most and the backwoods where they were last seen, during the day he and Jazz would split their time between work and pranking each other, with the score so far as a tie with Danny hiding a three days dead fish under her bed and replacing her honey essence shampoo with actual honey, and Jazz turning the car radio's volume all the way up while he was filling the tank and then turning off the radio, startling Danny with a Japanese Goth song when he turns it on and replacing his Coke with soy sauce during lunch.
Using his suit's ghost scanners he tries to find the ghost-zombies but there is nothing the suit can trace, not even the slightest trace of ecto-energy from them. Due to their flawed nature, they produce low ghost energy that burns out faster than a real ghost or hybrid's ghost energy, leaving nothing behind as if they were never there -in this aspect, they seemed more of a ghost than a real one-, the same case is with their nanites' energy, that until they start malfunctioning and overloading turning the ghost-zombies into walking bombs. Fortunately for them, this hasn't happened yet.
Tonight Danny would get bored of patrolling and investigating this case having no progress, so he flies back to their temporal H.Q. back at the old police station, where he and his sister sleep in beds given to them by the police from what Danny insist is a murder house -instead of their own which he couldn't rip out from the RV-, and finds Jazz sitting in a desk still doing research in her laptop.
"Still working in the computer?"
"Yep."
"Nerd. What can you possibly find there that we don't know already?"
"I would give you a smart answer if you weren't right" replies closing her laptop and getting away from the table with a hand full of papers. "There is nothing there I can find to solve this case, except for… boom! This" she says rubbing the handful of papers in his face.
Danny grabs and eyes the paper sheets with names and addresses asking "What am I looking at?"
"This is a list of every abandoned warehouse, building or any other similar place that could be used to hold hostages. If the girl had chain marks as she said, she and the others must be held prisoners somewhere, somewhere isolated…"
"…as every movie and tv show teaches to all those wannabe criminals out there-"
"That's-Would you stop it with the movie thing? This isn't a tv show, this here, this is real life."
"Don't think so. I'm very pop cult savvy now. You are the nerd of this team, I have to be the cool one."
"Wait, Tuck is the nerd of the team."
"Not talking about the Team Phantom, I'm talking about these team, our team, just the two of us. We're the freaking Fenton, we're Team Fenton."
"Aaawww, how cute, you think we're a team of our own" she says hugging her little brother very hard.
"Jazz… I can't breathe…" says tapping her back.
Jazz let's go of her little brother. "Sorry. Anyway I think we should rest and check those places tomorrow."
"Sure." Agrees Danny getting his air back.
"Why hasn't the police done this yet?"
"They did check some places but… they don't have the man power to check all this places or the equipment to find ghosts… zombies."
"So is up to us…" says with a grave voice tilting his head with his hands on his waist. "You know that would have been dramatic if I was wearing sunglasses."
"My glob…" she says exasperated, going to her bed.
September 5
09:35 AM Local Time.
At the next morning, when walking into Jazz' "room" Danny finds her sleeping face down with her head buried deep in her pillow, her snoring usually hard is muffed by it. Jazz couldn't help to oversleep for all the hard work she did but Danny's powers would keep him from doing that as he only needed to rest four hours a day, unless he wanted to sleep more. This time he didn't want to oversleep, he wanted to be done with this case as soon as possible, to get the one behind these attacks and get over with the ghost-zombies for once and for all. For that reason, Danny got up an hour ago, after a night of almost no sleeping -though this time it was not because of his powers, but his problems he wouldn't sleep- and decided it was time for Jazz to wake up too.
Setting his phone at full volume he plays "Psychosocial" on her ear startling her and waking her up abruptly.
In a swift movement, she turns around with an ecto-gun she kept hidden down her pillow pointing at Danny.
Danny was surprised and glad to see his sister was prepared to fight ghost at any moment even in her sleep, since he knew better than no one that they can attack at any time. "Nice reflexes! Better the hair" says throwing her a towel at her face. "Time to shower we got empty warehouses to check."
"Argh, what's wrong she you?!" asked taking the towel off her face. "I could have shoot you."
"Yes, yes you could. That's good, it could have been other ghost."
"You are crazy."
"Yeah. RV. Bathroom. Now. Chop chop."
"When did you become the one who tells me to take a shower?" Inquires getting out of bed.
"What can I say sis'? I'm not a little kid anymore. Time to become a man and take of my responsibilities. In this case you."
"Aha, how do I know this isn't some prank and you want me in the bathroom again to put god know what in my panties?"
"Ok, you got me. Now you won't shower and you'll have to smell like skunk all day. Because a joke it's always fun the second time."
Jazz moans saying "This better not be a joke."
"Hey, would I lie? Ah, by the way Officer Rambeau called, she said there was another team of ghost hunter here for the case too, I think we should check in and see who they are."
"You don't think…"
"No, you know I don't."
Salem's Hospital.
10:26 AM Local Time
In the walls of the local hospital, two of the victims of the last ghost-zombie attack lay in bed in a comatose state, guarded by two police officers each one.
This attack left only three survivors, one of them the blond bombshell cheerleader Stacy Blair who aside from her emotional trauma and a few cuts and scratches on her knees was unharmed. The other two were Dylan Marmel and Robert Paulsen, who whereas they were luckier than their friends, they weren't lucky enough to escape the wrath of the ghost-zombies unharmed as Blair.
So severe is their state that she might as well be the one survivor should any of them not wake up, and truth be told the doctors don't have any real hope of that happening any time soon, if not any time at all.
Today before leaving town for good, Stacy goes to the hospital to see her friends to apologize with them since they wouldn't be there if not for her. She apologizes with Dylan who was like a big brother to her their entire life and who didn't want to go to the party in the first place since he knew it was a bad idea to go not knowing who was behind it, but went with her anyway because she knew he couldn't say no to her and she needed him as a driver. She apologizes to Rob, her best friend's boyfriend whom she seduced that night with her allure and booze only to know what her friend was getting every night and so she can cross him off her list.
Truly, if it wasn't because of her Dylan would be hale and hearty and so would Robert…
It is truth that sometimes she was what some people might say a bitch, but Stacy never wanted any of this to happen, and now she is to pay the price of her actions.
She cries before their bed and tells them how guilty she feels for everything, even Janet, but her whimper is cut off by an intelligible mumbling from Dylan.
"Oh my God, Dylan! You are alive!" She yells in joy and wide wonder.
Trying to understand what he says she puts her ear near his mouth.
His final words to his long life friend were "… miserable… whore…"
Before she feels the sting of those words she feels how he bites out her ear with his teeth in a sudden movement.
Her scream tears the silence of the hospital.
She falls on the ground covering her wound, she tries to run but her legs won't answer, the fear paralyzes her body, barely able to crawl away from his bed as he squirms with green foam pouring out of his mouth, his skin turning paler and greener by the second. It was not until she stumbles with Robert's bed that she sees he is the same.
In that very second the two police Officers that were guarding the room bustle in with their guns aiming at Dylan and Robert. It takes them a few seconds to process everything that is happening and react: for the moment they enter the room Dylan has already jumped over Stacy placing his hands inside her mouth to open it with his new found superhuman strength, dislocating her jaw causing her pain as she has never felt, her screaming was like nothing they've ever heard. Carving his growing nails in her tongue and gummy, slowly he begins tearing her mouth and removing half her head bare handed quickly turning off her awful screaming and killing her long life friend. Her body drops on the floor, the blood pouring from it as her heart still beats, creating a wide blood pool on the floor.
Scared they start firing at will taking Robert down when he jumps over them but not killing him. It is until Dylan turns his attention to the officers that one of them shoots him in the head effectively killing him and then shooting at Robert when he got up again.
Everything happened so fast, but for this policemen this moment will last forever.
10:54 AM
Danny and Jazz walk into the hospital guided by Officer Rambeau to the crime scene where there coroners were taking pictures of the bodies stepping in the few blood-free spots on the floor. The gore in the scene was more than anything they had seen so far and it was downright despicable.
In sight of such act, Jazz who always talks and talks would only say a faint "Oh my God…" while covering her mouth.
"Ok, I wanna know what happened here?" Asked Danny.
"Well, that's what we're trying to figure out, we had two men here but they can barely speak. Come here." Officer Rambeau says taking him to the two police officers who shot at Dylan and Robert.
"So you two saw everything?" He asked to two policemen guarding the room.
"Y-Yes…" mumbles one of them.
"Ok… can you tell me what happened?"
"It was so horrible…" the other says.
"So unspeakable… they were there sleeping and then… they were those… green…monsters…"
"And the poor girl… the way it had its hands inside her mouth, the way she screamed… I never heard anything like it."
"How am I ever going to unsee that again?!"
"Ok, so they got traumatized." Danny points out.
"You would also be traumatized if you se what we just saw in the footage." A coroner says handing him touch screen with feed from the room.
"This is second time somebody hands me one of this. Doesn't bother me but it's weird" he says playing the video where he sees how the only survivors of the last ghost-zombie attack die.
"Wow… that was… what just happened?"
"Well, that's what we're trying to figure out and we were expecting you oh-great-expert to tell us what happened." Officer Rambeau say.
"Well I got now idea. They have been in here for days now, right?"
"Yes, almost three weeks."
"And no one noticed anything weird?"
"No. So far they did everything that comatose people does."
"The transition time for a human after a ghozbie bite can be different. Some people transform immediately, some others in hours even a few days, but I've never seen anyone taking this long to transform. It seems like… if someone or something was defying it."
"Ok why and why would they transform now into… those things?" She asks.
"I don't know. I have theory. The victim Stacy, said something that makes me think maybe they can sense feelings like remorse and pain and it works as a beacon for them. Maybe she came here 'cause she felt bad and it triggered the transformation."
"That's your opinion? They killed her because she felt bad?… I'll have to ask to our other experts."
"Oh yeah, eh… who are those other experts you were talking about?"
52 Hexes Diner.
11:14 AM Local Time.
After leaving the hospital Danny and Jazz go looking for these other "experts" Officer Rambeau was talking about, and when he saw their multicolored van he knew right away who they are and his natural reaction, the only thing he could say was an angry "Son of a bitch!"
The two brothers walk into the diner when they find two of the most despicable human beings Danny has ever crossed path with: Andy and Fran from The Groovy Gang and the Scaredy Cat.
Walking towards them from behind, he slaps Andy the skinny blond male member of the gang in the chest and takes a seat in their table.
Exasperatedly he asks "Ok what the hell are you doing here you… you…?"
"What are you doing here?" Asked Jazz calmed, before Danny could finish his question."
"What are we doing here? We're ghost hunters. We're hunting these ghost-zombies just like you are." Fran, the chubby redhead female member of the gang says adjusting her glasses.
"No, no, no… what you are is a complete disgrace for human kind and a constant shame for hunters around the world." Danny says angrily. "So this is how it's gonna be: you are leaving town now, and will never step in, at least not while I'm here working, are we clear?"
"No, we're not. Why would we leave?" The blond male asks. 'Just because you said so? Well I'm not scared of you of big 'ghost hero'" he says lifting his shirt enough to unveil his belly showing a small ecto-gun in his pants
"What am I supposed to be impressed for? For that lady gun in your… let's say pants or that treasure tail you got over there?" Danny asks.
"Look, we're not leaving because you said so." The redhead says.
"Yeah, you are you no who to tell us what to do? You are not our boss, what you gonna do?"
"Last time I saw you I said I will blow your knees, both of you and then I will call PETA to take away you Vegas show cat."
"…You are his big sister, why do you let him do that?" The skinny guy asks to Jazz.
"Well, he hasn't done anything yet, except giving you a fair warning." She answers arm crossed.
"What she said. I've given you enough warnings after all the annoyance you've caused me-"
"That's not-" the read head cuts him off getting cut off herself by him.
"Shut up! Now listen to me you fame-whores, you're leaving this town and this case before somebody else gets hurt because of your incompetence. Why? Because I said so."
"Well, that was lovely, Danny" Jazz says curious to see how would the conversation end up.
"Oh please, we have done more for this ghost-zombie crisis in this last month than you." The blond says.
"Ok, explain yourself." Jazz inquired.
"Can I do it?" Andy asked to his partner Fran.
"Why not both?" The redhead says.
"Amazon me bitches!" They say together with a huge smirk.
Exasperated, Danny takes a deep breathe and says "… I will shoot you… bitches…" answers Danny pointing at them.
"As I thought, this was… you're leaving this case? Great to hear that. Good to see you again Andy," she says tapping him in the back while leaving the table with her brother.
11:35 PM
Back at the old police station Jazz and Danny "Amazon" Andy and Fran and what they saw was beyond anything they can think of their own.
"They wrote a book? You are telling me that the hippie clowns of the Groovy Gang that are completely unaware that we're no longer in the 70's, wrote a book? What did they use, a writing machine?" Danny asks in shock.
"Not just any book, is the book about… fighting ghost zombies." Jazz says reading her laptop.
"Let me see that," he says taking her laptop. "I can't believe this, How to Fight Ghost-zombies: A Guide of prevention or survival in case the Ghost-Zombie Apocalypse arrives?"
"Yep, that makes it official, if there is a book on how to survive that then it is a real threat now."
"This isn't even any original stuff they just like copy-pasted whatever they liked from the 'G.I.W.'s Ghost fighting guide' and that other 'How to fight zombies' book."
"Yeah, well nobody cares, it's been in the New York Times list of best seller for three weeks now."
"That's it, I gonna catch them all now."
"You say that because of what happened at the hospital or because you don't like the Groovy Gang?"
"I hate those guys! Every time we cross path they would not only get in our way and ruin our hunting but their stupid cat will also bite me in places I shouldn't be bitten by cats and that I didn't even know I have. So yes, it's because I hate them and because of the hospital thing."
"And how are you gonna do that? We barely got time to scour three warehouses."
"Which is why I sent a clone to each of those locations when Officer Monique called in."
"You can split that much? Why didn't you that since the begging?"
"I wanted to spend more time with you."
"Yeah right, you had planned another joke, didn't you?
"Beside the point, none of those places had anything. That leaves us with one option, we'll have to ask people around like we should've done when we first came here, and I bet all my money-"
"What money?"
"-that our unsub… is in the Goth club… Damn it I really need to get a pair sunglasses for this moments. It make them more dramatic"
"…You kidding me? The Goths are the zombie masters? How did you ever jump to that conclusion?"
"You can blame Hollywood, sis'."