GHOST PROTOCOL {JLU/DP}

• MR. MAYOR •

"Ghosts have invaded our home," Vlad Masters sneered, "But fear not, people of Amity, for I am here, and I am strong."

"Broadcast this out to Jazz. Now." Sam barked, face twisted in anger, to Tucker, who did as asked. "Jazz, are you seeing this?" Sam demands.

"I am," She replies grimly, "he's gonna play the blame game." She warns.

"No shit--" Sam replied with a snap (this entire situation was really grating on her nerves). "The question's who the poor bastard that catches the flak."

"--So-called supers invade our home, saying that they're here to help, when they're really here to destroy!" He snarls.

The girls turn from the broadcasts to exchange grim, 'oh-he-did-not' looks.

"Well... at least the smear campaign isn't just for Danny anymore..." Jazz sighed, pinching her brow, sighing. "Look, I might be able to punch a hole through the shield just enough for some people to slip i--"

"We don't need help." Sam snapped. "I'll tell you if we do."

Jazz went quiet. "...Yes, General."

Sam made a face, but past that, made no comment, instead hanging up. She turned to Tucker. "Keep an open line. Update her anytime something airs."

Tucker gave an inquisitive look.

Sam pursed her lips, knowing the look. "...Only update her on our movements on my order. Something's off about her and I don't want to risk anything."

Tucker didn't like it, she could read it off of his twisted lips, but she also read in his eyes that he agreed and would've made the same call.

Sam's eyes softened a bit at that comfort. They hardened again. "Text me if anything else happens. I'm going on a run."