Technus bent over a keyboard and gazed at the computer screen. Then tapping one final button he the turned to the printer and watched it spit out a sheet of paper. Snatching up the paper Technus flew to the room that the humans called the 'kitchen' and made his way to the refrigeration unit. Then by using one of the many magnets on the refrigeration unit he attached the paper to it. With one final check he made his way to Jazz's room.
Phasing through the floor Technus locked on the bed and made his way towards his target. The human female, known as Jazz, lay on her bed in a manner that Technus was fairly certain was odd for humans. The multiple covers were half kicked off, and one of her legs was under the covers and the other on top. She was laying on her side hugging yet sleeping on her pillow. Her hair was a complete mess, it was going in every possible direction. Gently Technus reached out and touched one of her blankets and turned it intangible. Then while the blanket was intangible he wrapped it about Jazz like a cocoon. He hoped that the familiar material would help her stay asleep. Then with the blanket wrapped around her he turned her intangible as well and picked her up bridal style. He then proceeded to fly out of the house with Jazz in his arms. He had made it across the street and was approximately forty-two yards into the air when a groan from Jazz made Technus look down at her.
Jazz frowned and tried to snuggle deeper into her blanket. Why was it so cold? Did she forget to close the window again? Uh… She should get up and close it. But she was so tired, closing the window could wait till morning… Where was her pillow? She flung out a hand in search of her pillow. Instead her hand connected to something smooth and almost warm. Confused she moved her hand about this foreign surface. Whatever it was it was oddly shaped. Only when her hand touched a pair of cold glasses did warning bells start going off in her head. She snapped her hand away and her eyes flew open. Every muscle in her body tensed and froze as she beheld what she saw. There, gazing down at her, was Technus, master of technology. His white hair was pulled into a long ponytail and as always his skin was that interesting shade of green that most ghosts seemed to share. What snapped her out of her shock was the eerie way the moonlight was glinting off his shades. She then realized she was in his arms!
"Lemme GO! You better let me go! There is no way Danny is going to let you do this!" She shrieked. At her words she was startled to see a cold smile stretch across his face.
"Let you go? Are you sure you want me to do that?" Without hesitating she snarled back.
"Of course you techno dork! Let me GO!" A chuckle escaped Technus' throat.
"As you wish…" With that Technus snapped his arms open and Jazz fell. Jazz's eyes were extended to their widest and terror took control of her body. She could feel her arms and legs flailing about uncontrollably. She felt her gut wrench horribly upwards. She watched as the ground came speeding up to meet her. All coherent thought had been pushed out of her head by a all consuming terror. She felt a silent shriek tear out of her throat. And as quickly as it had begun, it ended. She found herself with her arms flung about Technus' neck and her face pressed into his chest. She was in Technus' arms again. He was floating them both back up to the height they were at before. She felt his laugh vibrate in his chest.
"So human, did you have fun? But this time, I think I should honor your request and let you fall all the way. This would actually help me with my research. 'How well a human body handles impact at high velocities' is what I think I'll name the report." Jazz then felt his arms begin to loosen. Instantly her arms tightened into a death grip around his neck.
"No!" she yelped and then she continued in a whisper.
"No don't let me go… please." Any trace of humor disappeared from Technus' voice and left behind was a cold business like tone.
"Very well, I will not drop you again, on two conditions. One, do not fidget or squirm. Two, no screaming of any sort. Agreed?" A nod from Jazz seemed to satisfy Technus and resumed his flight away from her home.
Alright, Jazz, you are currently in the arms of Technus and in nothing but your blue Pokka dot PJs. Okay what did she know about this guy? He was one of her brother's enemies. Technus considered himself master of all technology. To top it all off there was no way that she could overwhelm him, after all Danny still had to take him semi-seriously. Since she was still alive, she assumed that he wanted her alive. So she guessed that she was in no immediate danger… for the moment. Argh! Why didn't she take after her mom and sleep with at least one ectogun under her pillow? Well there wasn't anything she could do now except to try and figure out Technus' plan and sabotage it. Besides it would only be a matter of time before Danny found her and set everything right. She made her grip on his neck tighter as she remembered the look on Technus' face as he dropped her. He wore a cold smug smile on his face with not a hint of remorse as he had watched her fall. She did not trust his word any farther that she could throw him.
Crushing the resistance and attitude out of Jasmine by scaring her half to death was more enjoyable than the time he had crashed Walker's security systems. The Warden had spent days terrorizing other ghosts in the Ghost Zone in order to find the culprit. Technus, mean while, sat back and watched the Warden's rampage from the safety of his lab. The only time he had not enjoyed was when she had touched his glasses. These glasses had taken him years to develop and create. His glasses acted like a monitor for his internal systems. Data readouts, documents, and other forms information could be accessed and displayed on the inner side of his glasses. While he could view the data without the glasses… having the glasses simply helped him organize and process data faster. Like a human doing math in their head verses a human doing math with a pencil and paper. Needless to say he was very fond of his glasses. He decided to slow his flight a little when he felt the human's death grip on his neck constrict a little more. Not at all pleased with the force being applied to his neck he looked down with the full intent to reprimand the human for her grip. The reprimand died on the tip of his tongue as he looked at the human. Her eyes were scrunched closed and trace amounts of moisture was collecting at the corners of her eyes. From his records on humans he knew that this type of moisture was called 'tears', and humans used tears as a coping mechanism for when they had to deal with excessive amounts of stress or physical pain… and when humans were under constant stress their bodies weakened and were susceptible to disease…. Perhaps dropping her hadn't the best course of action.
Technus diverted his gaze back to the horizon. It didn't matter if the human was happy or not. All he needed was to make sure that she was relatively good condition. For if she sickened and died the child would most likely hunt him down and exterminate him instead of capturing him in the thermos. Technus was beginning to fear that this human might be too delicate in order to survive for as long as he needed her to. Or he was just being 'paranoid' (as the humans put it) and was underestimating the strength of the average female human teenager and actually had nothing to worry about… In any case, It was too late to dump this human and select another. All he needed to do now was to continue his flight to