The past year had been okay-ish for Greg Phantoms. The mad scientist had taken his time in attempting to produce the same serum that was given to Stacy Wright and the other three. His investors had been edgy and demanded more from him. His arms manufacturing business was booming---but for a man like him, who disliked failure since his success--getting over the disappearance of his precious subjects was not his cup of tea.
He had hired many private investigators even if he had his own men scattered a lot in the globe to track them down, to no avail. Just this morning, another investor came with the intention of breaking his short, stubby neck. Of course, he was prepared and used the same controlling serum that he favors whenever the occasion as such arises.
Dana was summoned to his office
