Last Thing I Remembered
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: Butch Hartman does; I don't.
Discussion
"New development with Phantom, I take it, Bullet?" was Walker's greeting when Bullet was ushered into his office.
"The huntress caught us; the alarms were deactivated," Bullet explained.
"Hmmm, so what did you do?"
"It's was Phantom's suggestion. The alternate story seasoned with enough truth was bought hook, line, and sinker by the huntress. The boy's 'Alternate Hours of the Clock' came in handy, so that was some quick thinking on his toes. So do you regret hiring him?"
"Not one bit," Walker grinned. "See to it that no one else find out."
Bullet nodded, taking his leave.
(One Month Later)
"WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL US ABOUT THIS?!"
Bullet winced at the Manson girl's voice hit the decibels off the charts. Phantom had ignored the fob watch apparently, but nothing was pressing, so he'd let the boy off the hook with a training exercise of capturing Klemper (again).
"YOU FELL THROUGH THE FLOOR, DANNY FENTON! DON'T TELL ME IT WAS NOTHING. AND YOU STAY OUT OF THIS, TUCKER FOLEY."
Bullet was now closer to the empty school room, so Phantom should about sense his presence...right...now.
"Dude, what was that? We can see your breath."
So that, Bullet thought, was Phantom's ghost sense registering. Interesting to note that humans could see it too.
"Dude, what is it with you and that old watch?"
Phantom's groan registered in Bullet's ears, as he phased through the door of the classroom.
"You have forgotten something, halfa," he said, staring sternly down at the three children below. They didn't appear scared of him-the fully human ones he noted.
"Eh, Bullet, it's not four o'clock yet," Danny hedged a bit, sneaking a peak at the watch. It read 3:30pm. "And it's registered on the half-hour."
"You were summoned a half hour ago," his mentor reprimanded. "I've given you ample time to come down to the shop, but you ignored it for the second time this week. You know what that means."
"Please, not Klemper again!"
"Or you can go inspect Skulker's latest shipment," Bullet added. "Take your pick."
Danny mumbled something about Klemper, while scuffing his feet. "Guys, I'm really sorry about this. I have an after school job that I forgot about. Yes, Sam, I work for a ghost who has a shipping business in the Ghost Zone. No, Tucker, I don't think it's a good place to pick up girls. I've only ever seen Ember or Kitty there any way."
The human boy and girl looked crestfallen. The girl looked up and poked Danny in the chest. "We are not finished, Danny Fenton."
Tucker Foley squinted up at the ghost faintly glowing in the waning afternoon light. "I want to hear the full story later, man, but I have to go as well. Lot's to organize."
Sam shot him a scathing look. "Me too. Bye, Danny. Bye, uh, Mr. Ghost."
Bullet sneered at her. "Bye humans." When they were both alone, he swung back in the boy's direction. "Morph."
Neither noticed the door slightly reopen and two pairs of eyes peek in through the crack. A flash of blinding light filled the room and when the spies could see again, a strange new ghost was present in their friend's stead.
"Now explain, Phantom," Bullet said, folding his arms. "This had better be good."