Yassen thumbed the collar of the suit. Danny was slack jawed.

"You stole my suit!"

"I am aware of that." Yassen said smoothly, turning his attention back to Alex. "What happened to your hand?"

Alex scoffed. Why did Yassen care?

"I did a favor for all of you. You can at least tell me what happened to your hand. I am only curious."

"And what was the favor, then? Not killing us? Don't try and trick me." Alex spat. Yassen had said it himself before he had died:

He wouldn't kill children.

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Plasmius vanished in a swirl of ghost energy, reappearing on the streets of Amity Park. He had appeared in an empty alley way, so he quickly changed back into Vlad Masters before walking out.

He could simply track Daniel down. That would only take minutes, but it wouldn't be very satisfying. Slowly backing Daniel and the others into a corner, so to speak, and then killing him?

Perfect.

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Yassen looked back at Danny.

"You're wanted dead." he said, "Why?"

"I don't know." The young halfa finally said. "Vlad's been trying to win my mom and me over for a while now. I think he's finally giving up."

"You don't think he's found someone else, someone to take under his wing as an apprentice?"

"This boy is my reason."

Danny felt his green eyes widen as he looked over to Alex. Yassen continued, this time to Alex.

"Here's what I've figured: This man had gone to MI6, and found out about you. He had given up on this boy; he knew he would never win there. He must have been curious when he found you, and followed you back here."

The image of Vlad Masters, floating helpless after Danny's attack, flashed through Alex's mind. He had seen that man before! On the flight! He had followed Alex back from England.

"How can I trust you, Yassen?" Alex asked bitterly, looking away.

"You can't."

Yassen stood there silently. Sam finally spoke.

"If Plasmius really wanted to get rid of Danny and get Alex to join him, then why hasn't he yet?" she felt she already knew the answer, but the question had to be asked.

Plasmius was testing them.

"I suggest the four of you act quickly-" he began, scanning the area,

"Are you going to do something?" Alex demanded. Yassen raised an eyebrow. The ghost was silent for a few seconds, giving off the impression that he was just ignoring the boy. His response made their jaws drop.

"I will, but do not expect too much from me. I have already done enough. If you had stayed out of my world like I told you to though, none of this would have ever happened."

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Danny Sam and Tucker stared at Alex, speechless.

MI6?

What did they have to do with Alex?

Alex glared at Yassen, who returned the look with an expressionless one. Yassen turned around, looking past the school grounds.

"Your enemy is out in the city, no doubt looking for both of you." Yassen was speaking to Alex and Danny. He turned back around, "Why don't you run along? That is, unless you actually want to see your family again, Alex."

"His family?" Tucker asked. Alex barked at Yassen, telling him to shut up before lashing out at him with a kick to the gut. Yassen gracefully leapt back and swung an arm at Alex, jabbing him in the throat. Alex began choking and coughing, collapsing to the ground.

"Don't try that again, Alex." The ghost whispered dangerously before vanishing in a plume of black smoke.

Alex was on his knees coughing, so he never saw Yassen actually leave. Through his gasps, he managed to wheeze a single word:

"Bastard."

Danny pulled Alex to his feet when it was clear that he wasn't going to suffocate. His emerald eyes pierced Alex's.

"You're not here for the ghost camp thing, are you?" he asked. Alex took a step back, lightly touching the red area on his neck.

"'Not exactly." He rasped out. Tucker cut in,

"Is this one of those 'I can tell you, because I'll have to kill you' things?" he demanded. Alex shook his head.

"I am here, but to learn about ghosts. That's all."

"Are you a spy?" Tucker said loudly, excited.

"We need to move." Sam announced. "Vlad could be anywhere."

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Yassen had returned to walking the streets, only now, he was trying to find someone. With his new powers, Yassen had begun to sense out the ecto-signature. He located Vlad Masters in seconds, a few blocks away. His white hair and expensive suit made him easy to find from any distance in the city. His expressionless red eyes stared at the halfa. Vlad had no idea that he was being watched as he himself strolled down the streets.

Stroll wasn't the correct word. To be more to the point, he was prowling, hunting. Yassen could sense the raw charge radiating from the white haired man. Vlad was acting very well, he really did look like some average Joe out for a walk, but Yassen knew better.

Vlad Masters was seeing red

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Tucker and Alex ran back to the moped as Danny and Sam flew away.

Sam looked up at Danny when they were high in the sky. She knew he was terrible at hiding things, so she wasn't surprised at the look on his face.

He was scared.

"Danny, we'll be fine." She said, trying to smile. Danny sighed and shook his head.

"What if we can't trust him? Alex could be a spy! And we're letting that ghost help us! Vlad is trying to kill me and possibly kidnap Alex, how could we be fine? How are we even going to survive?"

Sam bit her lip. When the problem was put out like that it really did seem hopeless. Being pessimistic wouldn't help the matter at all though.

"We'll just have to handle one thing at a time. I think we can trust Alex." She almost old him that Yassen had been a pro killer in life and would be able to spy on Vlad easily, but chose to keep it to herself.

"I think Vlad thinks that the two of you are still too hurt to move around."

"Really?" Danny seemed surprised. It made sense though. If Vlad knew that either of them was up and moving; he'd be charging through the skies for them.

"Alex, do you have any idea where Vlad is?" Sam asked. A mile away on the ground, Alex replied through the Fenton Phones.

"No, is there any place in particular that we could go to?"

They needed to get away from Amity to have time to think. Fenton Works was out of the question, even with the ghost shield up, Vlad could get through. They could hide in the Ghost Zone, among all the ghosts that would just love to beat the crap out of Danny. They couldn't guarantee that it would be safe when they left the Ghost Zone anyway. Anyone could be waiting for them just outside the portal.

"There's an old warehouse just outside the city. We could meet you there. Tucker knows the way."

"An old warehouse? Seems cliché."

"You have any other ideas? Vlad won't look outside the city for a few hours at least. He'll think that we're hiding somewhere obvious."

"Fine. I'll tell Tucker."

"What was that about?" Danny asked, "Are we going somewhere?"

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Tucker and Alex made it to the nameless warehouse before Danny and Sam. Alex got off the moped, and Tucker pushed it under an over hang to lean against the wall.

All of the doors and windows of the old building were boarded up. There was no way for anyone to get in without blasting a hole through the wall. Danny would have to phase them in. Alex couldn't help but frown. Hiding in any warehouse seemed foolish and predictable, but where else was there to go? He ran a hand through his light hair.

"This Vlad guy reminds me too much of General Sarov." He thought with a shudder. General Sarov had basically kidnapped him while he was on another mission. He wanted to make Alex his son, to replace the actual one that had died. This never worked out. He shuddered again as he recalled the name of the son.

Vladimir.

"Alex?" Tucker asked. The African American had noticed Alex shudder. His green eyes held concern. Alex seemed to be unable to hear him. His own eyes were lost. Alex was seeing something that only he could see.

"Why?..."

"I'd rather be dead than have a father like you,"

"Good-bye, Alex,"

The seriousness of the matter fell around Alex, and he fell against the old wall, allowing his hair to fall into his eyes.

"I can't be stuck with another madman, not ever." Alex whispered, blinking. Tucker cried out,

"Alex! Man, what is it?" Alex glanced up through his hair, sluggishly noticing Tucker.

He didn't just collapse, did he?

"Ah, uh, sorry!"

Alex felt a light blush creep across his face as he pushed away from the wall. He walked out into the open and looked up. Tucker scratched his head and followed him. He noticed how Alex's shoulders were stiff, and he kept his face hidden. He was spared the questions that Tucker had been about to fire off by the appearance of Danny, with a purple backpack on his back, and Sam.

"Sorry about the wait, there was this flock of birds, and well, they didn't like me very much…." Danny trailed off as he set Sam on the ground. She turned to him and pulled a stray feather from his white hair. Danny blushed as Sam muttered to him,

"Next time, try to go intangible before the birds attack." She smiled to show that she was joking. Alex pointed out the warehouse and its lack of any convenient entrance, bringing Danny back into a depressed state. He walked over to the wall and placed his hands against its surface. A portion of the rusted metal gave away momentarily under his ghost powers, allowing the others to walk through. He let go of the wall when they were all in, shutting out the light. For a few uncomfortable seconds, they were left in musty darkness until Danny phased through the wall. His ghostly aura cast a weak amount of light, allowing everyone to at least see each others faces. No one was smiling.

Danny created a small flame of ghostly energy in his hand and began walking forward. Not wanting to be left in the dark just yet, the others followed.

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