PHANTOM FORCE, Goin' Ghost Retold

Vol. 1, Issue #1

The Pentagon, Arlington, VA, Year 2005

In a small conference room within the US Department of Military Defense, four people sat at a round table; three men and one woman. Each one represented a unique and distinct faction.

The only woman was the youngest out of the four. She was an average woman in the prime of her life. Her build was curvy, but she had a firm body. She had neck-length brown hair, brown eyes, luscious lips, and tan skin. She wore a dark blue jumpsuit, a black utility belt with a silver buckle, and a pair of black boots.

One of the three men was tall with a fair build, ash-grey skin, dark brown eyes with yellow scleras, and long black curly hair tied into a ponytail. His face had a white and black skull tattooed onto it with a small scar running down his forehead and he wore a red jacket with black trimming and a collar with red spiral patterns, a black turtleneck shirt with a white ascot, red brooches with gold frames on his sleeves and ascot, black slacks and black heeled shoes.

The second man seemed younger than the gray-skinned man, having dark brown skin, a fully grown black mustache, and a clean buzz-cut mohawk. He wore a white suit with black gloves, shades, shoes, and a black tie.

Lastly, there was the last male, who happened to be the oldest. He had graying hair with bits of white streaks which connected to a gray beard and brown eyes. His body was well-built, muscular, yet lean as if he was at the prime of his life. Regardless of his physique, he had wrinkles on his face to signify that he was at least past the age of fifty-five. He wore a gray and black jumpsuit with a gray and black with a red dot at the neck for his attire. On his right wrist was a large black watch with lime green accents. Its size covered the man's forearm and knuckles. The watch's faceplate was large and had a green hourglass shape with gray triangles on its sides and a rim slanting outwards. The watch also had white connector tubes with a side button placed low.

These people are Dr. Elizabeth "Dr. Director" Douglass, Grandmaster Hex, Agent Alpha, and Magister Maxwell Tennyson.

The four stared at one another passively but could tell there was a palpable tension between them. Mostly, Hex, Max, and Elizabeth had grievances with Agent Alpha. However, before anybody could break the ice, the front door opens revealing two government agents leading a middle-aged caucasian man with short brown graying hair, black-rimmed glasses, and a black suit with a red tie and white shirt, to enter the conference room.

One of them announced, "All arise for the Honorable William Harangue, Assistant to the President for National Security Affairs of the United States!"

Dr. Director, Agent Alpha, Max Tennyson, and Grandmaster Hex stood up and greeted the man. William lowered his left hand, allowing them to sit while an irked expression appeared on his face.

While the door closed and both arms were behind the man, William said, "It has come to my attention that despite the Federal Anti-Ecto Control Act being recently signed and acknowledged by the President, nothing has been done to remedy this so-called "Ghost" Epidemic."

"I assure you, Mr. Harangue, the Bureau of Occult Research and Defense has everything under control." Agent Alpha reassured the NSA.

The caucasian man rolled his eyes and told the African American, "Everything under control? You? Please."

William then turned to Dr. Director and said, "Despite her younger age, Director Douglass' Global Justice Network has the criminal underground in a chokehold. They've gotten so desperate that they had to outsource to the stars for assistance."

"Speaking of stars," Harangue continued, turning to Max. "The freaks over at the Plumbers kept the alien threat at bay with our very own war hero, Maxwell "Agent Legion" Tennyson, acting as our shield for decades."