A.N. I'm changing the timeline of the events a bit, if you don't mind.

The only good thing about apocalypse was that there were no more traffic jams. Danny could calmly walk through the streets, without fearing the cars. He had taken sleep in one of the destroyed houses, on the worn off mattress. Not the best change from the luxuries Danny had, but he could bear with it. At least there weren't any oversized roaches.

At the moment Phantom was sitting on a bench, while Cujo was trying to eat the meat from the bone in his mouth. Dog food in the bag was just in case the puppy wouldn't be able to find anything to eat. Danny ate the canned beef, warmed up on the small fire. A little treat he had was a bottle of Nuca-cola the half ghost had found. Bless ice powers, he cooled down the drink to make it even more enjoyable. It made him wonder, however, was it healthy to drink something what was in edible condition two hundred years later? Oh, well, he had a trump card against cancer.

After eating, two friends continued their way. During the night Phantom saw the shining light in the center of the city, just like Wes had said. He knew where to go. This 'Diamond City' was going to help him orientate in the Wasteland. Obviously there should have been traders, and one of them could sell him a map. Danny had only one bottle cap, he doubted that that was enough. He needed so sell something not important. But in order to sell something unimportant, Phantom needed to have something unimportant.

"Maybe you should do tricks at public, huh?" He asked jokingly.

Cujo looked up and huffed, raising his head proudly. For two centuries he was the King's literal lapdog. He wasn't going to lower himself to street tricks. His master laughed at that.

They were now at the suburbs of Boston. The houses were not wooden, but concrete ones. It didn't protect some of them from the nuclear damnation, but still. Danny's sharp eye suddenly noticed something. A landmine with a small red glowing dot. Smirking, Phantom pointed his finger at it. A small beam of green enrgy flew out and hit the mine dead on. It blew up, but Danny was on a good distance. However, his moment was short, the car started to burn.

"Eh, did they still put nuclear engines in that things?" He asked.

Cujo whined, lied down and covered his head. That explosion was much more powerful. Danny didn't even want to know whose idea was to make a small nuclear bomb from every car by putting atomic reactors in them, but it was understandable. The last droplets of oil were about to be used, and Alaska was the last known place where it was left. Phantom made an ectoshield and protected himself and his dog from mini nuclear explosion. Danny's lips thinned, he suspected that the radiation was hitting him at the moment.

"Hey, what's with the explosion?!" He heard a shout.

Phantom cursed as he saw three men come from around the corner. They were dressed in junk, there was no other way saying this. Rusty pieces of metal were covering vital places, and their primitively looking guns were the same. One of them had a black warpaint on his face, or was it dirt?

"You have a nice way of greeting guests," Danny commented calmly.

One of them whistled. "My, looks like we got a nice practice target."

Phantom blinked as they started firing from their pistols. Bullets just whistled and hit nothing. The men looked confused.

"What the..."

"My turn."

Danny swiped his hand and they were thrown aside like ragdolls. Two of them dropped their guns and Phantom picked one. It was amazing how some thing made from wood and little pipes could even shoot. Oh, well. Danny shot at one of the raiders' hand and the man cried in pain as his weapon was dropped on the ground. Phantom whistled and shook the pistol.

"Come on, now, turn around," he said softly.

The raiders complied, for they had no other choice. The wounded one was still holding his hand.

"What the heck just happened?!"

"Simple. You have decided to rob the wrong guy. The one who doesn't have anything and who can fight back. Now, everything of value, put it on that car."

"You little son of a bitch..." the wounded hissed angrily. "We need help!" He shouted, obviously calling for further assistance. He suddenly took out a knife and lunged at the young man.

He got a bullet on the head. Mercenaries were one thing, but raiders... He heard about what such people did. They would have died later anyway. After his forces would have been able to come.

"He should have played bascetball, he can catch everything, even a bullet. Let's see if you are as good," Danny grinned.

Two more precise shots hit the bandits' heads, despite how they tried to run away. Hearing the approaching raiders, Phantom spun around and made a shot, killing another bandit. The following clack meant that he was out of ammo. Danny hurled the empty pistol at another raider and jumped behind the stone railing near one of the houses. Cujo was nearby. Phantom made a sign motion and the puppy understood what he meant, before running off.

"Come out, you dirty raskal!" Someone shouted.

"No, thanks, I'm fine sitting here!" Danny responded.

"Cheeky brat, huh?"

Phantom heard a clang, like when someone is about to throw a fragmentation grenade. That's exactly what happened. Suddenly the raider cried in pain and fell on the ground. Cujo was biting the man's leg. He looked somewhat bigger than before, and his fangs were damn sharp. After two centuries the puppy had learned to control his size.

"Damn, mutt!" He yelled before painfully realizing that he had dropped the grenade.

"Take cover!" Someone exclaimed, before another explosion happened.

The raider who had planned to use the grenade became its first victim. The puppy wasn't affected by it at all, growling at the remaining attackers. Danny ran out of his cover, jumping above another car and hitting the raider's head. The unconscious enemy dropped yet another primitive weapon - this time it was a carabine. Shrugging, Phantom shot at another bandit, and the gun seemed to be working. Sadly, it was the last bullet. Danny sat behind his cover, trying to find a way to reload the thing. He wasn't used to firearms, not even to blasters. He couldn't just walk around shooting everyone with ectoblasts. Oh, wait, why not?

Phantom threw the gun away and got up. A bullet whistled near his left ear, and Danny's head snapped to its source. His hand glowed with radioactive green color, much to the raiders' shock. Then Phantom sent a beam at one of them, making her cry in pain and a nasty burn to be left on her skin. Danny then raised another hand, before a tall green shield appeared in front of the upcoming bullets. Phantom calmly put hands behind his back, waiting for the bandits to go out of ammo. Or realize it was pointless to shoot.

"Enough, we can't shoot through this thing," the raider said and everyone stopped.

"My, are you a Nobel Prize laureate by any chance?" Danny asked sarcastically, knowing that his joke remained misunderstood. "Get out of my way, and you may live a little longer," he added, before dispersing the shield.

Immediately they fired at him, but after the first shot their guns flew out of their hands. Danny grinned, showing his fangs, before his hand glowed again.

Meanwhile three men in the armor made of brown improvised baseball equipment were on their daily patrols. As they were passing the street, they heard multiple cries of terror.

"What was that?" One of them asked.

"It's not like there are many possibilities. Let's check this out."

They slowly went around the corner, guns at the ready. They blinked under their helmets at what they saw. There was a young man, with nothing but a T-shirt on him. But there were also multiple raider corpses around, and that's what stunned them. The guy seemingly didn't notice them, kneeling near one of the bandits. There was also a green puppy near him.

"Do you remember at least one time someone followed my advice?" Danny asked. Cujo whined. "Yeah, I thought so."

Suddenly Cujo perked up and looked at the men's direction. He barked and Phantom looked at them as well with his striking blue eyes.

"What, came to see your friends?" Danny deadpanned, wiping his clothes.

"Uhm, no. We don't know them, but judging from their smell, these are raiders."

Phantom laughed genuinely. "I feel ya. My nose is too sensitive. Well, you aren't shooting at me, that's a good sign. Who are you?"

"I am Winston, Diamond City Guards. A newbie around here, eh?"

"I guess you can say that. I've been looking for this city, by the way, can you show me where to go?"

"We were just returning from the patrol, anyways."

Danny was glad to finally meet normal people, or at least they seemed to be. It would have been better if they weren't glancing on him from time to time. Phantom had gained a slight introversal trait, he didn't like too much attention. Finally Danny's patience evaporated.

"What are you looking at?" He asked.

"It's just...how did you manage to kill all of them by yourself?"

"You don't even have a gun. Or maybe a gun."

Danny shrugged. "I don't need weapons to defend myself."

"So...you are, like, fighting with bare hands?"

Phantom looked at him with a deadpan expression, before punching the nearest car without even looking at it. There was a large dent left, much to the patrolmen's shock.

"I'm stronger than I look."

They continued going. Danny was impressed at seeing a strong line of defense. Barricades, watchmen, even rumbling turrets. Soon they were near the huge metal gates, which were shut at the moment. Near the speaker was standing a young woman. She had shoulder long black hair, was wearing brown boots, red coat, black fingerless gloves and a reporter's slim hat. The woman was talking to someone on the other end of the line. Danny heard the guards groaning near him.

"Oh, dear heavens. It's Piper."

"Who is it?"

"A nosy reporter. She had found a printing press somewhere and started publishing her newspaper."

Danny snorted. He'd know better than anyone that reporters could be way too annoying with their constant questions. But he never judged everyone by behavior of the few. Phantom was snapped out of his thoughts once he heard Piper shouting.

"Oh, look it's a scary reporter, boo! Stop this already, Danny, and just let me in!"

Danny blinked. Before realizing that she was speaking with the guy on the other end.

"I'm sorry, Miss Piper, Mayor McDonough ordered not to let you in."

"What do you mean?! I live here, Danny Sullivan, you can't just lock me out!"

"Jesus, I have a feeling we're here for long," one of the guards mumbled.

Phantom rolled his eyes and approached the speaker. Piper looked at him in surprise and backed off a little bit.

"Sorry to interrupt you two, but I came here to leave some...caps, not to stand outside," he said loudly into the speaker, before winking to the reporter.

Piper smirked. "What do you say, Danny? Will you let us in or would you rather explain to the mayor how have you turned away the supplies?"

"Jeez, alright, how is this my fault?" Sullivan moaned, becore the gates started to whir, before opening slowly.

"Nice one," Piper commented quietly. "Let's get inside before he realizes that he was fooled."

Danny smirked as they went inside. The guards immediately went into the personnel room. Phantom looked around and noticed that the entrance looked like an entrance to the stadium...wait. He didn't have time to voice his confusion, because he saw a man running downstairs. He was fairly old, with grayed hair and mustache. The man was wearing a gray suit, with fedora hat of the same color. There was also a flower in his suit, cute.

"Piper, how did you get in here, I told Sullivan to keep this door shut! You devious little...The level of dishonesty in that paper of yours is..."

"Aw, McDonough, not happy to see me?" Piper's smile dissappeared. "This is outrageous, I can already see the headlines, 'Tyrant mayor shuts down the press.' How about we ask the newcomer, do you support the news?"

Danny was surprised that the conversation went to him. "Well, depends on the news. There are some I'd like to close for spreading lies."

"See?" McDonough looked at Piper.

"But that doesn't give you the right to shut this one just because YOU don't like it."

"Oh, ehm, anyways, it wasn't my intention to bring you into this, good sir. Welcome to Diamond City, the shining jewel of the Commonwealth."

"Yeah, the best house of cards around here. Untile the wind blows."

"And, as the mayor of such a great city you can tell me the place I should visit."

"I'm sorry, but I don't have time for this."

With that McDonough walked off. Grinning Piper looked at Phantom.

"A greeting from the mayor himself," she said. "You must feel honored."

Danny shrugged. "Somehow I don't feel this way."

Piper chuckled. "So, what brings you here?"

"I'm traveling. After spending so much time on one place, people always want to do so."

They heard a bark, before looking down. Cujo was looking at them, whining. The reporter looked surprised, while Danny picked his friend up.

"What is it, boy? Hungry?"

Cujo barked again, making Phantom roll his eyes. "Of course you are."

Piper raised her eyebrow. It almost seemed as if Danny could understand what his weird dog was saying. She was snapped from her observations when Phantom looked at her.

"So, good mayor turned me away. Mind showing me around?"

"Sure thing, I can get an interesting perspective on this city."

They went upstairs. There Danny realized that his assumption was correct. It was indeed a baseball stadium. The field was covered in buildings made of scrap metal. Some houses were positioned on the lower rows of the stadium. It was the first lively place he had seen so far. People going around their daily business, kids and dogs running around...Danny actually smiled. If only the city didn't look like a piece of garbage, which he could fix later on.

"Fresh news, buy fresh news, your neighbor may be a synth without you knowing about it!"

Danny looked at the source of the noise. It was a young girl with chestnut hair and hazel eyes, who was waving a newspaper around. Piper approached the girl.

"Well, hello, Nat, how is the trade going?" She asked.

"Fourty papers in one hour. Your article is selling like Takahasi's noodles."

"Well, that's good, sis. Keep going. I'll be back soon, I'm a temporary guide for this guy."

Nat looked at Danny. "Oh, do you want a newspaper, sir?"

"Oh, ehm...how much?"

"One cap."

Danny sighed in relief. "Thank the Ancients," he mumbled, before digging out Nuka-cola cap.

Phantom handed the currency to the girl, who in exchange gave the paper to him. Danny looked in briefly.

"Let me guess, it's your work?" He looked at Piper.

"How did you guess?"

"Maybe because you are the only news agency around?"

"Fair enough. What do you think?"

"Hm, I am a new one around here. It is not exactly clarified here what is this 'Institute'."

"That's the point. No one knows. We have seen only their synths. Some of them are indistinguishable from humans, and that's the scariest thing."

"Ah, yes...classic Terminator thing," Danny mumbled to the others' confusion. "Does the Institute has any affliction to the Institute of Massachusetts? It was quite famous at its time."

He only received shrugs. Phantom sighed. "They must have advanced techs if they make such machines."

"You sound like one of those nerds from the Brotherhood."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Well, they have come here a few days ago. They were asking people around about where to search for the remnants of the old world. So, I guessed they weren't searching for collector's edition of Quartz Nuka-cola."

"Hm, it gets more and more interesting. Where are they?"

"In the Boston airport. You won't miss it, there is a giant zeppelin. But they don't usually take kindly to strangers if you ain't a trader."

"I see. Well, I haven't seen any synths so far..."

"Well, meet one. Hey, Nick!"

Danny looked to the side and blinked in surprise. There was a guy, who seemed like he came from the twentieth century noir movie. Fedora hat, trench coat, both seriously worn out. But it was his appearance which startled the half ghost. Nick's right hand was a steel skeleton, a complicated mechanism. His face was battered, and in some places gray synthetic skin was absent, showing the robotic inners. His eyes were black, with yellow circles for the pupils. He sighed.

"Hello, Piper," Nick said without enthusiasm.

"Wait, is he..."

"Yes, I am a synth. One and only accepted in this city. Please, ask the questions to my secretary, I am in a hurry."

"Where are you going?"

Nick groaned. "To do my work."

"Is this somehow connected to kidnapped Darla?"

"Yes."

"Piper, let the poor guy go," Danny put in, much to the synth's appreciation.

"Fine, I'll go talk to Ellie, hope you don't mind," Piper looked at Phantom. "It's hard to be the only reporter around," she mumbled, going away.

"And it's even harder to bare with her," Nick mumbled, making Danny look at him. "I have nothing against Piper, but she is way too nosy."

"So I've noticed. Hey, mind if I tag along, too?"

"Why?"

"Well, I hope to find some money. I can be useful, can hack every terminal and stand for myself."

"I prefer working alone, besides, it's a partially personal matter."

"Is this your girlfriend?"

"Dear heavens no, she is a rare brat. Anyways, thanks for the help, but I should be fine on my own."

With that Nick left Danny alone with Cujo and Nat. Phantom looked down at his friend.

"Follow the guy, Cujo, don't let him see you, come to me if something happens."

Cujo barked and went after the synth. Danny had a feeling that Nick would need his help. His gut never lied. Phantom then went deeper into the city. There were a central market, and a local noodle shop operated by a remade police robot who knew only one phrase, and it was in japanese. Weird, but atmosheric. All kinds of goods were being sold there, even drugs. And everything needed caps. Why had they even become a currency? Danny only had the Ghost Zone currency, but he wondered if gold was of any value around there. Nope, they didn't believe it was the real gold without even checking.

Phantom continued walking around, before noticing an old man, dressed in rags, shacking and sitting near one of the buildings. At first Danny thought he was a junkie, but it was until the man spoke.

"Nuka-cola, need Nuka-cola," he kept muttering.

Danny recalled that the drink could cause an addiction. There were some cases before the war. He always wondered why it was even allowed. Phantom decided to leave it be, he shouldn't steer the addiction even further. By the evening Danny was sitting on a bench in a market square without anything to do. He was munching a nutriet bar he had taken from his bag. The food and water there was enough to keep him going for a week, one day had passed. After that he had to sustain himself somehow.

Meanwhile Phantom was plotting. Since he had no army, no money to pay the mercs he so much disliked, the plans of conquest were staggered. Danny needed the men fighting for an idea, the ones who would follow him. But try to find an idealistic folk in the world which wants to kill you. Suddenly Phantom felt something rubbing against his hand. He looked down and saw Cujo.

"Something happened, didn't it?"

Cujo barked and ran a few steps ahead. Danny got up, picked up his bag and followed the puppy out of the stadium. They were going for an hour, sometimes encountering dead raiders torn to shreds. Danny narrowed his eyes at the ghost dog. Cujo only wagged his tail innocently. Soon they entered a small park in the old district of Boston. It didn't give the best impression, and Danny could swear he saw something in the muddy pond. The puppy led his master to the underground entrance.

"So, what shall we wait there for?"

Cujo growled, meaning that there were dangerous beings. Danny hid his bag under the lush bush and went down the broken elevator. Immediately as he entered, Phantom could hear the multiple voices. Deciding not to barge in, he turned invisible, just as his dog. Danny walked through the underground corridors, encountering gangsters on the way. To the half ghost's amusement, they were dressed like mobsters from the times of the Great Depression. Some of them looked skary, partially without skin, like that preacher in the Glowing sea. Must be a common mutation.

But Danny was calm as he passed the chatty bandits. He learned that Nick, by the last name 'Valentine' was familiar with the local mafia leader 'Skinny Malone'. And out of the grudging respect they shared, Malone let Valentine live, in his own way, of course. For a robot, Nick seemed to have quite an existence. Danny doubted it was his creators' intention.

To his utter surprise, deep in the underground Phantom found a door to yet another another vault from the same company as before. So the Gunners weren't the first ones with an idea to use the most protected place in the wasteland as their base. But the ten ton door wasn't an obstacle for someone who could phase through. After that Phantom continued his way. It was becoming less and less funny. Yes, tripping the wannabe mobsters with Tommy guns was amusing ten times, but not eleven.

The main hall was the same as in the Vault 95, but it was mostly empty. There was only one guy near the Overseer's office. He was looking through the window inside the office.

"C'mon, let me out already!" He heard Nick's voice.

"Shut up already, Valentine, you know I won't do that," the gangster said.

"You do realize that you will be next, right?"

"What?"

"Yes, I saw Malone writing your name down that black book of his."

"Stop lying, Nick, I have seen the book just yesterday."

"Yeah, and what else he let you do? Touch his girlfriend? Malone doesn't let any of you see the book."

"Shu..."

The gangster was suddenly pushed backwards, over the railing and seven meters downwards, crying loudly, before falling silent.

"Hello, Nick," Danny grinned, becoming visible.

"You are that guy from the market. Alright, show your promised skills, the entrance is through that terminal."

Phantom went for the device and dug in. In a matter of seconds he solved the puzzle of words and numbers, before putting in the right password. The door slid open and the half ghost entered the room. Nick took out a sigar and ignited it.

"Here he comes, my knight in shining armor. How did you find me?"

"This little guy was following ya," Danny pointed at Cujo, who barked and wagged his tail.

"Really? My hearing sensors must be glitching, I would have heard...It is smart pup you have."

"Yeah, I know," Phantom smirked as Cujo barked.

"Alright, I won't be able to pay you for my rescue if we don't get out of here, so let's go now."

Suddenly Danny saw another blond guy's bobblehead on the table. This one was standing near the tribune. Grinning, Phantom picked it up. Another addition to his small collection. They hurried out of the room and went down to the first floor.

"How did you get in this situation?" Danny asked.

"It was a trap. That Darla girl I've been tracking for a while wasn't actually kidnapped, she just was dating Skinny, the nickname is ironic by the way. And like an idiot, I was ambushed. Now, quiet, that scream must have been heard. Do you have any Stealth-boys left?"

"What?"

"The thing you have used to turn invisible."

"I haven't used any."

"Then how..."

"What the HELL?!" A scream saved Danny from giving an explanation.

Three mobsters entered the main hall, and the scream was a reaction to seeing their comrade's fractured corpse.

"Do you have a plan? They have taken my gun."

Phantom grinned evilly and Valentine didn't like it at all. Danny scooped the nearest light bulb and threw it to the opposite side of the room. The mobsters looked there and approached the place. Danny quietly crawled to the gangster in behind. In one swift motion he twisted the man's hand, hit his ankle and phased off the Tommy gun from his hands. Immediately a bullet flew into its former owner. With multiple yells, the other gangsters turned around, but a series of shots finished their existence. Danny blew the steam from the gun's barrel with a smirk.

Nick whistled. "Damn, kid, where did you learn that?"

"I had a lot of experience. Have been fighting since I was a kid. Let's go now."

They went further thro the vault corridors. Danny kept waving the cool looking gun around, making quiet shooting sounds, while Nick observed him. He hadn't forgotten the slip about the lack of stealth boys. Phantom meanwhile was being his childish self. Free of any responsibilities, he could go nuts.

On his way Nick picked up a silvery 10-mm pistol. Immediately the fate threw the candidates for housing a few pieces of metal inside their heads. The gangsters' mobster outlook didn't include any protection. But another thing which caught Valentine's attention was Danny's reaction. Even he, a machine, didn't have such reflexes. The bandits didn't even have any chance to pull a triger. Whatever this kid was, he sure wasn't as harmless as he seemed to be.

While Danny was a specialist at hacking, Nick could pick any lock. There were several doors. Nevertheless, Valentine was quick in his job, his thin metal fingers were a good assistance. Finally they reached a room which looked like a big closet. There were many boxes, and while Nick was picking another lock, Danny looked into one of them. There were blue jumpsuits.

"Hey, what are those?"

"Those vault dwellers were apparently afraid of horrible evening dresses, so everyone wore this clothes," Nick explained sarcastically.

"You know, you are actually the most chatty robot I've seen."

"I am not a robot," Nick groaned. "I am a synth, not robot, not android, a synth."

He suddenly perked up. "I hear something behind the door. Be ready."

Finally Nick was done while Danny was pointing his gun at the entrance. The doors slid open, revealing a group of four people. There were two gangsters, accompanied by an overweight man in a tuxedo and a black hat. Near them was a young woman in a blue dress and a bat in her hands. She looked ugly for Danny's liking, but he wasn't going to voice it yet.

"What the hell, Nick?! First you break into my vault, kill my boys, and expect me to stand by?!" The overweight man asked.

"Hello to you, too, Skinny."

"Wait, this is..." Danny managed to say before bursting into laughter. Not able to stand properly, he leaned against the wall. "Oh, Ancients, that's PRICELESS. Did you get the nickname before you gained the mass or after?" He asked before going for another round of laughter.

"And who is this brat?"

"Honestly, I don't even know his name," Valentine deadpanned.

"I told you we should have just killed him, Skinny," the woman near the gang leader said. "And you started to weep, 'Deary, we are old friends!'" She made a whiney voice.

"Let me guess, you are Darla," Danny said.

"Yes, isn't it obvious?"

"Well, I was given the characteristics of a brat...But it wasn't mentioned how ugly you are."

Her eyes started to burn as she gripped the bat so tightly, that she left a trail on a wooden weapon. Everyone froze at the moment, looking at what was going to happen. Darla roared and lunged at the half ghost, swinging her weapon. Suddenly she stuck in mid-strike, a bat being an inch from Phantom's smirking face.

"Oops, seems like you are stuck."

"What's going on?!" Malone asked with a note of fear, while Darla tried to move, emitting a slight green glow.

"Let me go, you idiot!" She shouted.

Danny yawned and leaned against the wall again. "I'm not even touching you, girl. If I did, you would have been a bloody pulp."

"Didn't your Mommy teach you not to harm women?"

"Lady, my Mom was the one who taught me your vital spots to hit. I'll take this, thank you," Danny took a bat in his hands. "Hmm, red wood, how many gallons of Nuka-cola have you drank to save money for it? Oh well, doesn't matter," he shrugged, before swinging the bat and hitting her in the head. Darla fell on the ground like a bloody sack of potatoes. Malone gasped.

"What, I only made her prettier."

"You are dead!" He exclaimed, loading his Tommy gun.

'You think I don't know that?' Danny deadpanned mentally.

He rolled to the side, just as Valentine did.

"You just had to make everything complicated!" Nick shouted over the noise of the shooting, before firing from behind their cover/flipped off table.

Danny was nonchalantly fiddling with the gun in his hand. Its large magazine was empty by then. He cursed and tossed it away, before picking up the bat.

"Do you think I can block bullets like a Jedi with this thing?" Phantom asked.

"Like who?" Nick ducked back behind the table.

"Ah, yes, forgot where I am for a second. Don't worry, Cujo got it covered. He follows our favorite tactic."

He heard a pained yell of the gangster. "Yep, that's my call."

Danny jumped over the table and lunged at the nearest gang member. He hit him hardly, leaving a crack, maybe on the bat, maybe skull. Phantom then saw a mobster pointing a pistol at him, but was shot by Nick. Danny stood behind the shelf, hiding from a surge of 45-mm bullets. He couldn't reach another Tommy gun. Danny outstretched his hand, the gun glowed green, before flying into it. Phantom jumped out of the cover and pointed the machine gun at the gang leader.

"Alright, you walking irony. Hands up," Danny threatened.

Since Nick was pointing at Malone's back, the gangster had to comply, dropping his weapon.

"Mind if I finish this, kid?" Valentine said.

"Sure."

"H-hey, Nickey, let's just forget about all of this, okay? For the sake of our former friendship."

"Funny, I had the same thought."

"Wha?" Danny asked.

"You said I can do what I want, I want to let him be."

"Fine. You are the boss here. Take a good care of your girlfriend, hopefully her brains are in the right position now."

Valentine snorted. "Jeez, kid, are you ever quiet?"

"I can be quiet. Sometimes I can be quiet for thirty whole minutes."

They went out of the vault. As the three walked through the empty underground.

"What was that about?" Nick asked.

"What do you mean?"

"I meant the glowing. Is this a telekinesis or something?"

"Well...sort of. You sound strangely calm."

"Nah, I've seen things," Valentine ignited a cigarette. "Radiation does wonders. Anyways, I hope you don't mind me sharing half of my reward."

"Thank you," Danny smiled.