[b]Phantom's Journal, October 16th, [YEAR REDACTED], Entry #3[/b]

[i]Nothing [s]tongiht[/s] tonight. No robberies or break-ins or [s]mugings[/s] muggings to thwart. Maybe the scum finally got it into [s]there[/s] their heads that as long as I was around, they'd never be safe. Probably crawled into their holes with all their [s]alcohal[/s] alcohol, drugs and other vices. Hopefully it'll stay that way and someone will finally clean up these stre[/i]

Phantom's writing was interrupted by a buzz in his pocket. His phone. He didn't have any friends, so he didn't know who this was. Maybe Techno/Zack actually found his information out? He thought he hid himself pretty well, what with the full mask and not telling them his name... Oh well. He closed his journal, leaving the entry unfinished, then pulled out his phone and checked the message. It was, in fact, from Techno, who told him that Reaper was in trouble and that the team would meet up at his last known location.

Standing up from his crouched position on a skyscraper, Phantom sighed, pocketed the phone and journal, and used his grappling hook to grapple to another building, continuing to do that until he arrived at the warehouse. Techno and Agent were there, and Phantom nodded to them. "It appears our... 'Friend' is in trouble. Looks like we have to rescue him. Think we could convince him to join The Protectors of Treaft?"