Ow, Tucker breathed, holding still for a moment in the cramped spot. Metal scraped both of his shoulders and hovered close over his head. The only light came from the headlamp on his hat, illuminating a small circle of space just in front of him. Hot air hissed around him, blown by distant fans.
“You hurrying it up in there?” came Sam’s voice in his ear. “You don’t want to get caught.”
Tucker gritted his teeth and forced himself to army-crawl forwards a bit more. The ectoweapon in his hand clanked loudly when he wasn’t perfectly careful, and the Fenton Thermos on his back rasped against metal overhead.
Of course the Box Ghost would invade a high-security facility.
Of course it would happen to fall on a day Danny was on vacation.
Of course Tucker would be the only one around that could fit through the vents to go in and get the ghost.
Ranting silently in his head, Tucker crept along. Whenever he found the right room, he was going to make sure the Box Ghost would remember their encounter for a very long time.