By: Garnet Sky
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.”
First Rings, Last Light
“I think we’ve landed in the middle of a costume party,” Tucker mused out loud. “Are you sure these are the right coordinates, Mr. Fenton?”
“Yes, Tucker,” Jack said, looking at the scrawny teen in the red beret and outlandish clothes. “Phantom’s ecto-signature is weak, but it is pointing us through this area.”
“We’re outnumbered 12:3. No way, we’re going to make it out of this alive,” Tucker moaned.
“Whether I make it out of here alive or not, I’m going in,” Jack declared, firing up the Fenton Bazooka. “He’s my son. I owe this to him.”
“Lady Bright says to escort them through,” Cerise said, her face proclaiming thunder. “She wishes to speak with them.”