"Let this be a lesson, Danny. I put the pro in quid pro quo, not that you're bright enough to know what that means."
-- Vlad Masters, An Eye For An Eye
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Metanoia
Chapter 12
Danny sighed as he shut the heavy hotel door behind him with a definitive thud. He hadn't expected Sam and Tucker to stay for that long. It wasn't that his friends' presence was unwelcome, they just seemed to be lingering in his suite with some mysterious intent, as though they had been waiting for him to break some very important news to them. Then again, the delay had not been helped by his firm insistence to walk Sam home.
Danny frowned. Sam's behavior had been especially puzzling. What had been her intentions when she had tackled him to the ground on the living room floor? Her closeness had been almost too much to bear. If Tucker hadn't been around to intervene, Danny wasn't sure if he would have been able to stop himself from jumping her.
The ghost hunter shook his head, clearing it of all distractions. He had more important things to figure out than whether a civilian girl returned his affections.
Danny still couldn't believe that the Guys in White had demanded that the only person standing between ghosts and the utter destruction of Amity Park relinquished her position as the town's public defender.
Whatever ill intent the Guys in White harboured towards the Red Hunter, it ended tonight.
He hesitated, unsure if he should bring his communicator with him on the reconnaissance mission. Even though he knew Vlad would not approve of his actions, his mentor had previously warned him not to underestimate the Guys in White. It never hurt to be cautious, although it was highly unlikely that Phantom would be subdued.
He started with surprise as the object of his indecisiveness began to beep, dropping the communicator onto the carpeted floor. Cursing himself for his slow response, he retrieved the device. If his reflexes had been half as slow in battle, he would have been dead.
Drawing a deep breath, he accepted the transmission. Pushing the tribulations of the day to the back of his mind, he schooled his features to a flawlessly deceptive mask of calm that would have fooled anyone but Vlad Masters. Unfortunately for Danny, his mentor knew him far better than most.
"What is wrong, Daniel?" Vlad queried as his voice crackled through the speaker, an expression of genuine concern etched on his visage. It was evident that something was unsettling his apprentice.
Danny felt a rush of affection for the spy coordinator, as his benefactor's simple question finally released the dam suppressing the torrent of emotions regarding the events that had occurred that day. Suddenly, the agent wanted nothing more than to confide in his mentor, to tell him everything that he was planning to do.
His expression must have wavered in his indecisiveness, for Vlad chose that moment raise a teacup to his lips, quirking a regal eyebrow at Danny in a gesture to speak. Still unsure if it would be the right thing to involve Vlad in his rogue mission, the ghost hunter decided to begin with information he was definitely going to share with his mentor, namely his concerns regarding his best friend.
"Did you know that the Guys in White have been giving Val trouble?" Danny demanded, his expression of pure fury highlighted by the glowing green of his eyes.
The ghost hunter sat seething in expectant silence as he waited for his mentor to digest the information, bracing himself for the explosion he knew would soon follow.
"They what?" Vlad roared, the angry red ectoplasm of his eyes visible even through the small communicator screen.
"The bastards have been telling her that she's not authorised to hunt ghosts in Amity Park." Danny growled, as brilliant green met dangerous red. "They've been trying to get her to leave for three years."
"On what grounds have they made these ridiculous claims?" The veteran spy snarled, so enraged that he did not bother to correct the expletive used by his apprentice. "The Guys in White have no authority over Dalv Enterprises."
"That's exactly what Val told them." Danny agreed. "They threatened to incapacitate her."
"They have taken this too far." His benefactor hissed through gritted teeth, striking the desk with his fist, the dark mahogany creaking under its abuse. "Our divisions have never gotten along, but there is no reason for this absolute lack of civility."
Not for the first time in minutes, Danny was glad that he wasn't in the same room as Vlad Plasmius as he watched his benefactor shake with outrage. The ghost hunter was glad for the immense control his mentor had over his powers. If the roles had been reversed, Danny was certain that even the rubble from his suite would be beyond salvaging.
After a few moments, the spy coordinator had calmed down sufficiently to advert his gaze back to the communicator screen.
"Why didn't Valerie tell me?" Vlad asked his apprentice, and Danny was taken aback by the look of hurt that flashed across his benefactor's features.
"I don't know." He shrugged. "She didn't tell me either. I guess she just didn't want to worry us."
"The stupid girl." The billionaire sighed, but the admonishment was completely without malice.
"What are we going to do about it?" Danny asked, eager to take down the Guys in White under his benefactor's guidance.
"Despite the Guys in White's appalling behavior, some... tact must be involved when dealing with such sensitive matters." Vlad pinched the bridge of his nose. "I will figure something out. In the meantime, Valerie must do all that she can to reinforce in their minds who is the superior ghost hunter."
"Oh." Danny's face fell. He had been hoping for a far more destructive approach. "We can start by getting her new weapons. The core of Val's battle suit's been the same for years." The ghost hunter pointed out. "She's practically outgrown it."
"I agree that Valerie is far more capable than she once was." His mentor agreed. "I can only hope the recent upgrades will be completed in time for her birthday."
"You're actually upgrading her suit?" Danny echoed, grinning, his initial ire forgotten. "Val's gonna be ecstatic."
Vlad Masters frowned, subjecting his apprentice to a significant look. "I wish for the upgrades to be a surprise, meaning it is imperative that you practice absolute discretion regarding the gift."
Danny flushed, looking away. He didn't need any more reminder that he had been the one to accidentally give away the details of Valerie's present the previous year. "How was I supposed to know you were trying to keep it a secret," he grumbled.
The veteran agent rolled his eyes in a blatant gesture of satire as he imitated his apprentice, raising an elegant eyebrow at the look of disbelief that crossed Danny's features at the impersonation. "I require your help to design the suit."
"Uh, sure." Danny frowned. "Though I'm not certain how much help I will actually be." His benefactor knew better than most how hopeless he was at mechanical applications.
"The actual physical calibration of the battle suit has long since been completed." Vlad Masters waved a hand dismissively. "My problem is a far simpler one."
His interest piqued, Vlad's protégé cocked an eyebrow, indicating for his mentor to continue.
"Unfortunately, my many talents do not extend to understanding the ridiculous trends of teenage fashion." His benefactor sniffed. "For fear of creating an antique monstrosity, I have to enlist the help of my idiot apprentice."
Danny endeavored to bite back the grin spreading on his features. He failed miserably.
"Why not just keep the suit simple?" The ghost hunter asked. "You didn't do too badly with the red one."
His mentor shrugged. "I do not intend to stray too far from the original battle suit's design. My only fear is that Valerie will not like the change."
"Even after her successes, Val still values everything you've ever done for her." Danny reassured. "She'd wear the new suit even if it did turn out to be a complete fashion disaster in her eyes. Besides," He grinned. "you can never go wrong with giving the Red Hunter bigger guns."
Vlad shook his head. "I've trained the two of you well. Perhaps too well." The corners of the veteran spy's lips curved into a smirk. The Red Hunter was notorious for her trigger happy tendencies, a trait that was strongly reminiscent of Vlad Plasmius in his days of field assignments.
"Do not fail me." His mentor warned. "Valerie played a large part in the design of your suit. Make sure that the favour is not poorly returned."
"No problem." The ghost hunter grinned.
His benefactor shook his head, muttering under his breath about the high maintenance of his protégés.
"Not a word to Valerie." Vlad Masters declared. "This year, I intend for her present to actually be a surprise."
"No problem." Danny grinned. "Has there been any news from the higher authorities?" The ghost hunter inquired, his expression suddenly serious.
"None whatsoever." His benefactor's eyes narrowed, his features devoid of all traces of their previous good humour. "Although investigating the insubordination of the Guys in White was never particularly high on their list of priorities, it is ridiculous that we have been subjected to such neglect."
The agent shrugged. It wasn't like he was particularly interested in the assignment. The only reason he was going to infiltrate the Guys in White's headquarters was to discover a reason for the higher authorities to extradite them, effectively putting an end to the trouble that they had been giving Valerie.
The spy coordinator took a refined sip of his Earl Gray. "This morning, I was in fact toying with the idea of withdrawing you."
"I'm fine where I am." Danny ascertained, mildly surprised that his reassurance was completely genuine. Short weeks ago, he had been dreading even setting foot in Amity Park. Now, it almost felt like home again. His brow furrowed as he considered the unexpected circumstances. What had changed in the last few weeks?
"It's your decision." Vlad waved a hand dismissively. "Although I agree that attending a civilian school is actually proving to be surprisingly rewarding for you."
Danny grinned in reply as an image of Sam flashed in his mind. If only Vlad knew.
"Thank you for relaying to me the threat made on your partner's life." His mentor's smile was strained. "Is there anything else you wish to tell me Daniel?" Vlad's eyes bored into his vision.
Danny hesitated. If he truly went through with this mission, the higher authorities would have every right to label him as a rogue agent. If it was discovered that Vlad Masters was aware of Agent Phantom's self-administered mission, all assumptions would be immediately made that it had been the veteran agent who had masterminded the infiltration, against the will of Caleb Jones.
He could not involve Vlad, Danny decided, forcing himself to strengthen his resolve. This was one mission he had to complete on his own. After the six months in the field, he knew was ready for solo reconnaissance assignments.
The ghost hunter's eyes hardened as he replied.
"No."
"Very well then." Vlad sighed as Danny adverted his eyes, not wanting to see the look of hurt that flashed across his mentor's features. The veteran agent shook his head as the deep blue of his gaze locked with the reluctant icy cerulean of his apprentice, silently willing his apprentice to be careful.
"I will speak with you tomorrow, Daniel."
Even as Danny hit the button that ended their transmission, he couldn't help but feel that his mentor was under firm suspicion of exactly what he was about to do.
He allowed himself a rare moment of calm as he lost himself in the searing comfort of the raw ectoplasm flooding his being, invoking the presence of Phantom.
Ghost hunting had never been more complicated. Danny removed a glove, slowly taking in the familiar feel of the smooth white hazmat under his fingertips. Had he only been doing this for six months? It felt more like a lifetime.
Snapping himself out of his reverie, the agent's eyes narrowed. He had wasted enough time as it was. He was going to infiltrate the headquarters of the Guys in White, dig up the required dirt on them, and return immediately to tell Vlad what he had discovered. Danny couldn't bear to keep his benefactor in the dark for any longer.
Turning invisible, he threw himself out of his bedroom window, making no effort to prevent himself plummeting to the earth in free fall, only stopping to draw himself upwards at the very last moment. He chose to ignore the fact that his insubordination regarding Vlad Masters had thrown him into a dangerously reckless mood.
He sped towards Fenton Works, guilt lacing his already unsettled emotions, the intense desire for vindication on his best friend's behalf spurring him on. With luck, he would return before Valerie came to pay him her usual evening visit after patrol.
'This is for Val.' He maintained, thrusting himself high above the forlorn concrete jungle of Amity Park, until the uniform buildings appeared to be nothing more than a dull sea of cardboard boxes below him. 'I'm only doing this to protect her.'
The wind stung his eyes as he gathered speed, bracing himself for the immense shock that would soon follow from charging at the Fenton Ghost Shield straight on. The ghost hunter winced. He really should have thought this through. Somehow, a part of Danny was eager for the hurt, as a form of his own self administered punishment for lying to Vlad.
Failure to inform his foster father of his true intentions regarding the Guys in White was practically akin to betrayal. He owed Vlad everything. The older halfa had been a friend, a mentor, and perhaps even a father. Why Danny had felt so compelled to deceive Vlad was completely beyond him. When he returned from this mission, he would tell his benefactor that he had every right to dismiss Phantom from service.
He was going far too fast to even think of stopping now. Phantom gritted his teeth as he approached his former home, bracing himself for the interminable pain that would soon wrack his being on impact.
It never came.
Danny frowned, pleasantly surprised by the lack of initial difficulties in the first stage of infiltration. He really hadn't expected that to work. Danny had been under the impression that his infiltration of the premises would require far more stealth than the sheer brute force that he had displayed.
He had anticipated having to disable their ghost shield, and probably destroy their back up generator in order to have any chance of even entering the building, rather than the poor security measures that he had encountered. He couldn't believe that for all the Guys in White's paranoid tendencies, their headquarters were practically foolproof to penetrate.
Compared to the security surrounding Dalv Enterprises, entering the Guys in White's headquarters was child's play. Yet, he could not ignore the nagging instinct at the back of his mind that something was very wrong. When Danny moved out of Fenton Works three years ago, the ghost shield his parents had constructed would have been strong enough to at the very least hinder even a ghost of his caliber. The shield had been in a bad state after the explosion of the lab, but it had not been beyond salvaging. Why had the Guys in White replaced it with a less effective alternative?
Even if the Guys in White were not smart enough to construct their own ghost shields, Phantom was certain that an organisation of such magnitude was sure to purchase several from reputable suppliers such as Dalv Enterprises.
Dull panic gripped him. Perhaps the Guys in White were aware of his assignment, and had intentionally lowered their defenses in an attempt to lure him into their headquarters, where they held the advantage. Danny shook his head, annoyed at himself. There was no way the Guys in White could have discovered that they were the subject of a reconnaissance mission. As far as they were concerned, the higher authorities were on their side.
But if the lowered defenses was not an attempt to lure him to their headquarters, why else would the Guys in White render their headquarters vulnerable to be overrun by ghosts?
Danny shook his head. Vlad's protocol had was always been to abort an assignment at the first sign of danger, but his ridiculous paranoia was not going to amount to anything. The Guys in White didn't even know that he was here.
Starting, he willed himself to turn invisible as two white clad agents entered the room. He was surprised that the Guys in White had yet to be alerted to his presence, especially in a room filled with such a large amount of experimental anti-ghost technology. Phantom hadn't yet set off any ghost alarms in the vicinity, but he wasn't going to stick around to find out what would happen if he did. Turning intangible, he allowed himself to sink through the laboratory floor.
Danny bit back a curse as he collided hard with something that seemed to be immune to his intangibility, berating himself for failing to pay attention to his surroundings. His reflexes during field missions were becoming increasingly sloppy, an issue he would soon have to remedy. Just because he had once been intimately familiar with this building was no reason for lowering his defenses.
The ghost hunter was annoyed to realise that the object in question was a ghost, as twin ectoplasmic blasts began charging at his fists on instinct.
"What are you doing here?" Danny demanded. This was the last place he would have expected to find Skulker.
The spectre seemed equally surprised by Danny's presence, his glowing green eyes widening for a split second before his lips curled into a feral smirk.
"I swore that I would return to capture you," the hunter gloated, pleased by the unexpected turn of events. "a vow that I intend to keep."
"Get lost, Skulker." Phantom hissed, as the ectoplasmic blasts charging at his fists flared into life. "I don't have time for this."
Skulker had to be subdued before the idiot ghost gave their presence away to the Guys in White. Danny growled, mentally berating himself for leaving his thermos in his suite. Even though he was performing a reconnaissance mission, he should have had the foresight to predict that he would have needed the thermos.
"You fear discovery." Skulker smirked, eager for the prospect of challenge. "Rest assured, halfa, the humans are no match for me. I am the only hunter worthy to capture you."
Phantom merely glared in response as he contemplated the quickest way to subdue the spectre without alerting the Guys in White to their presence. But why was the ghost here, of all places? Skulker was stupid, but Danny had never thought the spectre was stupid enough to willingly enter the Guys in White's headquarters, effectively broadcasting himself to the radar of dozens of ghost hunters in a single building.
Although Danny wanted nothing more than to pummel Skulker into the ground for threatening Sam, he knew that doing so in the headquarters of ghost hunters would be beyond unwise. He did not have much faith in Skulker's intelligence, but perhaps the ghost would be open to negotiations.
"I have a proposition." He began, adjusting the stiff white material of his gloves.
Skulker's metallic eyes narrowed in distrust. "Why should I believe anything you say, halfa?"
"Attracting the attention of the Guys in White is only going to result in their interference." The ghost hunter explained. "If we take this fight out of their territory, then they are a threat to neither of us."
The spectre fingered the weapons attached to his wrist, distrust still evident on his features. "Do you swear that you will not flee like a coward?"
"According to this reputation of mine that you keep talking about, you know better than most that I am no coward."
The spectre folded his arms, deliberating if it was wise to trust his prey, especially one as formidable as Phantom.
"I'll even give you a head start." Danny grinned impishly. "Because we both know you'll need it."
"Hardly." The hunter retorted. "This battle suit is far more powerful than my last. You will meet your doom within moments, child."
"So I take it we've come to an agreement?" Phantom queried, cocking an eyebrow as he regarded his foe.
The ghost's shoulders stooped as he visibly relaxed. "Yes." Skulker conceded finally, deactivating his weapons.
Danny merely dematerialised in reply, reappearing in the ally where their last engagement had taken place. Even without teleportation abilities, Skulker would easily be able to access this location.
The ghost did not disappoint, as the whir of jets on his battle suit alerted Danny to his presence.
"Finally." Phantom breathed, massaging his knuckles. As much as he was looking forward to beating Skulker up again, there was no point prolonging this pointless encounter. He had to get back to his mission. Vindication would just have to wait.
The Phantom's lips quirked into a smirk of challenge. "Shall we begin?" He asked.
He could not quell a savage satisfaction as he noted the flicker of wariness present in the ghost's gaze. Skulker was afraid of him. After the thorough trashing he had subjected the spectre to for hurting Sam, Danny wasn't surprised.
With a blinding flash, he materialised in the air next to Skulker, slamming his fist into the ghost's metallic jaw in a swift uppercut.
"I thought we agreed that I would deal the first blow." The ghost snarled.
"I lied." Danny stated simply, as frosty ectoplasm began charging at his fingertips. He thrust his fist deep into the torso of the battle suit, violently wrenching free any circuitry he encountered in his grasp. Skulker would not get far without his machinery. Hopefully, Valerie would soon be around to clear up his mess.
While Danny normally reveled in the rush of battle, beating up such an asinine adversary was low on his list of priorities.
"You're lucky I don't have time to deal with you." The ghost hunter growled, his white combat boots already leaving the ground as he teleported himself back to the exterior of Fenton Works.
He had already wasted enough time as it was.
The ghost hunter turned intangible, bypassing the few security measures active at the premises as he navigated his way through the once familiar building. A heavy, foreign sensation gripped his chest as he realised how much his home had changed since the last time he had seen it.
What had previously been the living room was now some form of an operation centre, complete with over a dozen Guys in White seated behind sterile, conformist desks performing various tasks, from administrative work to ghost surveillance. Danny had chosen the best possible time for infiltration, when the Guys in White's defenses were down. Yet, all Phantom could do was struggle to suppress an unexpected torrent of indignation and rage.
'What the hell have they done to my house?'
Satisfied that none of the lower level operatives were undertaking any particularly shady activities, the agent decided to move on. He didn't want to have to spend a moment longer in enemy quarters than he had to.
One of the huge disadvantages of this solo operation was the fact that Danny lacked surveillance equipment. Bugging the Guys in White's headquarters would have been a far surer method of exposing them. Without the support of his superiors, he was reduced to the primitive task of retrieving physical evidence from the ghost hunters' headquarters.
'This must be the weapons vault.' He mused, mild curiosity overriding his initial disgust of the defilement of his home.
The ghost hunter wasn't surprised to note that many of the Guys in White's weapons of choice were already familiar to him. Many of the ecto-weapons present were based on designs conceptualized by his parents, while many others were inventions of Vlad's. The Guys in White clearly lacked skilled inventors, judging from the amount of anti-ghost artillery they had adopted from other organisations.
He raised an eyebrow as he noticed a preliminary model of one of Vlad's favourite inventions, the Plasmius Maximus, lying in a shipping crate together with a belt that looked suspiciously like the Spectre Deflector his father had invented three years ago, impressed that the Guys in White owned a version of one of his guardian's prized inventions. To say that the Plasmius Maximus was expensive would be a severe understatement. Vlad had sold less than a dozen of the device to other organisations. Perhaps the Guys in White did not squander the entirety of their funding maintaining the hygiene of their headquarters.
The Spectre Deflector definitely explained the absence of a ghost shield when he had entered the premises. He remembered that his father had built the Spectre Deflector from the core of Fenton Work's ghost shield, rendering it useless in the meantime. Due to the inventions' compatibility, Guys in White had obviously followed suit. Danny shook his head in disbelief. He couldn't believe the Guys in White were so incompetent that they were incapable of adapting a ghost shield to fit one of his father's inventions.
Wherever the Guys in White were taking the weapons, they were obviously planning something big. The ghost that they endeavored to face had to be immensely powerful to merit the usage of two such high powered anti-ghost devices. Whatever it was, Danny doubted that the Guys in White would be capable of dealing with it.
Phantom vaguely contemplated destroying all the weapons present in the vault, as vengeance for the ghost hunters' treatment of his partner, but decided against it. No matter how much he disliked the Guys in White, they were still ghost hunters, and he had no right to set them back, especially since their lack of weaponry might result in innocent civilians getting hurt.
Little did he know how dearly that mistake would cost him in the near future.
Leaving the weapons vault, Danny phased through the floors until he reached the basement, his parent's former laboratory and the heart of Fenton Works. The ghost hunter felt an unexpected uprising of sadness and remorse surge through his being as he regarded his surroundings, somehow unable to believe that this was where he had first gained his powers, where his family had died.
If he hadn't been inside the portal when the explosion had occurred, he too would be dead. Danny couldn't believe it had been three years since he had last been here. It seemed a lot smaller than it used to. Or perhaps he had grown up since then.
Staring down at the white gloves of his stealth suit, he felt like a completely different person. The only thing linking him to his former life was his friendship with Tucker and Sam.
He had always tried to convince himself that his new life, a life filled with ghost hunting and espionage, was far superior to his old one. But now that he was forced to face what he had left behind, he couldn't bring himself to deny how much he missed his parents.
Danny had always remembered the working surfaces constantly littered with Jack's unfinished snacks, despite his mother's admonitions to refrain from eating in the lab. The combined scent of chemicals and fudge constantly wafted through the rest of the building, a smell Danny still associated with home.
Now everything was just cold, artificial, sterile. He despised the Guys in White for ruining his home.
Danny felt a familiar icy resolve gripped him. He would reclaim Fenton Works. Not for the sake of the mission, but for his own. The Guys in White never should have gotten their hands on it in the first place. There had been a time when he had wanted nothing more to do with his former house, but now, after realising how the Guys in White had desecrated his home, he wanted it back. It would be an insult to his parent's memory otherwise.
In his earlier distracted state, he had failed to notice the persistent plumes of blue mist escaping from his lips, as his ghost sense informed him that the levels of ectoplasmic energy in the headquarters of the Guys in White were the highest in Amity Park. Danny frowned, unsettled. This was the last thing he would have expected.
Perhaps the Guys in White were performing experiments on several powerful ghosts. That would be the most obvious explanation for the unexpected energy levels in the building. However, Danny had to doubt the credibility of his reasoning. The Guys in White were hardly competent enough to capture and detain one powerful ghost, let alone several.
There had to be another reason for the unexpected irregular spikes in ectoplasmic energy levels in the premises, and Danny was determined to find out what it was.
He closed his eyes, attempting to close in on the source of the ectoplasmic energy, a newfound wariness overriding his previously vindictive state. Never before had he been faced with such a massive surge of spectral energy that his ghost sense completely malfunctioned.
Phantom was brought back to his senses by the fluid metallic whir mechanical doors opening, coupled with a sudden, even greater increase of ectoplasmic energy. He trained his eyes to the source of the noise, fearing discovery. He could have sworn that the room only had one entrance. Whoever it was, he was going to have to stand his ground and fight.
The ghost hunter froze as his gaze met the sight of eerily familiar sliding doors parting, giving way to the ethereal whirlpool of green ectoplasm that was the ghost zone.
Danny barely suppressed a shudder as the cold realisation gripped him. The source of Amity Park's ghost attacks was the Fenton Ghost Portal.
Author's Notes: And the plot continues to thicken! Metanoia is going to be moving at a blink and you'll miss it speed the next few chapters, but hopefully that won't put you off reading. I'm actually kind of sad now that the end is in sight.
Isn't Vlad a sweetie? It's so fun to write him as a good guy. Also, I have the sequel completely mapped out on paper, and I'll be able to post the summary in a couple of chapters time, when I'm no longer in danger of spoiling the ending of Metanoia for you.
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