AN: If you're wondering why some of this is going up fast, it's because this was a fanfiction I wrote a few years ago, and I wrote about 7 chapters before I went on a hiatus. So I have the basis of some of the chapters and I can just go in an rewrite to make it more cohesive. Unfortunately I won't be able to get chapters up this fast soon because I'll be picking up from where I left off, but enjoy the fast updates for now x3

"No."

"But Phantom-"

"Look, I'm not dragging in anyone else. One human is enough."

The minute I had suggested my plan, he turned it down, and I couldn't help but get angry. Why didn't he want to figure all of this out?

"I'm not good enough with computers. He can break into anything, no matter how high the security is."

"Then we'll just get into Plasmius's house and take the actual book." I could tell he wasn't budging, and that made me even more pissed off than ever.

"Like you know where it is. Besides, if he's smart, he's carrying it around with him. This could solve everything-why don't you want to help yourself?" I was trying my best to put up a fight, but I could see it in his face that he was reluctant as ever to trust someone else. I wasn't even sure if he trusted me at this point, but he would have to get over that if he wanted me to help him.

"I don't know this kid. What happens when he wants answers? What are you going to tell him? A ghost wants to figure out what another ghost did to him? Yeah, I'm sure that'll go over well." Again with the smartass tone. Why did he always try to one-up me?

"He's the best idea we've got. I can create some shit up to cover, if it makes you feel better. You've got to learn to trust me."

I could hear him sigh, and I looked up at him, met by those dazzling apple eyes.

"Fine. But if anything happens..." I didn't need him to finish the sentence. I quickly whipped out my cell phone and hit the third speed dial.

"Tucker? Hey, it's Sam. I've got a job for you."

As I told Tucker what I needed done, I could see Phantom glaring at me from the corners of his eyes. I felt compelled to stick my tongue out, but that would have been too childish a gesture. And flicking him off wouldn't have done a whole lot of good either; so I glared right back, before continuing with Tucker.

"And you need this because you're tracking a ghost that you can supposedly see, and you want to know where he went?"

"Yes, Tuck. Just trust me."

"Fine, fine. Man, Sam, what kind of ghosts are you getting into? This guy is literally invisible. He's covered his tracks too well.."

"Just tell me if you can break it or not, Tuck."

"I better be getting paid for this. Yes, I can break it."

"Fine, you get in and I'll...get you the 2012 PDA you've been ogling."

"But...but it's not even in stores yet! How-"

I found myself cutting him off in slight annoyance at the subject change. "I have connections. Focus Tuck."

I could hear Tucker griping on the other end of the line as he fiddled around with his PDA, trying to connect Plasmius to someone else.

"Wait a minute-I think I got something here. Vladmir Masters…hmm, sound familiar?"

My phone had been on loudspeaker, and the minute I heard Tucker say this, I saw a change on Phantom's face, like the name was familiar. I mouthed a question, asking if he knew the person-after all, Tucker couldn't hear ghosts, so he would think that I was talking to myself. Not to mention he's under the idea that I'm alone on this one.

"It sounds so familiar, yet I can't place it," he returned.

"Check it out. It might be useful."

"Hmm-not much. Then again, they didn't really keep records detailed back in the eighteen hundreds, did they? This guy died during the Civil War."

Civil War? Where had I heard that one before?

"Okay, so are we looking at a potential life for the ghost? Maybe this was Plasmius before he died?" Shot in the dark, but hey, it could be right.

"Sam, I think that that was the smartest conclusion you've ever come to. It makes perfect sense-the ghost you told me about is obviously experienced, and he seems to be smart, and rich. Vladmir Masters made his money from the production of war weapons, which would explain the financial aspect. Plus, anyone who knows how to make a weapon so advanced as he did has to be smart."

I felt smart for once. I had found an answer before Tucker had, and I felt a triumphant grin cross my face for a brief second before returning back to think about the situation. So, Plasmius was old, which meant dangerous. No wonder Phantom had problems getting free.

"So, how did he die then?"

"It says he was a Confederate soldier, one of Robert Lee's right-hand men. Died in combat by a Union hand."

That was strange-after all, if he was such a good soldier, you would think that he wouldn't die so easily. But I ignored it, none-the-less.

"Any details on his life before war?"

"Not really. Normal childhood, went to The University of Wisconsin in Madison…says he made a scientific achievement with Jack Fenton and Madeline McClellan, before being injured by an electric shock from an invention. Other than that, he looks clean."

Phantom looked at me. "Fenton-I know that name. I know I've heard it somewhere before."

He wasn't the only one. I was well aware of the name Fenton, but I figured it best to not say anything, and instead turn my attention back to Tucker.

"Okay, well, if this is our Plasmius, is there any way to track down his computer?"

"If it's under the name Masters, I have a feeling I can find it. Wait-yep, I got it! I guess this really is the guy you're looking for. Man, he's got a lot of walls. This might take a while to break."

"A while? Sam, we're really limited on time," Phantom whined, and I brushed it off.

"Tuck, how long?"

"About five minutes or so."

"You call that a while?" I scoffed, and I could here him laugh on the other line. Phantom huffed at the mock joke.

"Come on Sam, you know me better than that. It's not tapping into his computer that's going to be the problem-we've figured out he's smart. He's probably got some heavy software locking his files up. If only I could just get past…There! Okay I'm in."

I let out a sigh of relief as he broke into the computer, but I knew he was right. That was the easy part.

"He's got some pretty old documents on this thing. Oh, wow. I found an old, old picture. It's two men and a woman, and they're standing around this little metal contraption that looks to be solar-powered. I'm guessing our ghost is one of these two, I'm just not sure which."

"Can you send it to my phone?"

"Yeah, hold on."

I got the picture he was talking about, and I understood what he meant by old. It was black and white, very faded, and the scenery looked pretty period as well. Phantom was looking over my shoulder as Tucker continued to talk.

"Oh, here's another one. This time it's of one of the men and the same woman, with two kids-boy and girl. But it looks like someone tried to scribble out the man…whatever that's about. I'll send it to you, too."

Tucker sent the file and I opened it, before dropping my phone almost instantly.

Because the boy in the picture was Danny.