Excerpt: Ghost Machines: Specter Cell

His name was Chase Danger, and he got the worst news of his life right after the worst news of his career.
A siren blared in his barracks at six AM. Like the minutemen of old, Chase and the other GIs armored up in less than sixty seconds.
Chase rolled out of bed, instinctively stepping aside so his bunkmate, Rock Wild wouldn’t crush him when he jumped off the top. Chase strapped on his veil-breaker belt and punched the buckle.
It was like a warm room after a storm.
The belt earned its name, breaking the veil between the physical and spiritual plains where the GIs stored their armor and weapons. Chase held his breath as the phantom armor materialized over his muscular frame, every piece linking perfectly. The Ghost Infantry emblem—a skull with crossed pistons and wrenches—lit up on his shoulder, the slogan “There Is No End” shining brightly. His visor slid down, and the heads-up-display launched into a briefing.
“Roll call! Who’s up?” the captain barked.
“Chase Danger, ” he said.
“Rock Wild,” said Rock. His voice was always gravelly right when he woke up.
“Gunner Hatch reporting.” Platoon leader, but nobody called him Gunner—just Hatch. His real first name was a mystery.
“Marshall Hatch.” A voice ten years younger than his brother’s.
“No ceremony!” the captain shouted. “We’ve got a prime hazard in San Gabriel, California. It’s a poltergeist, causing some major ruckus. Report to the nearest graveyard for instant Summons, on the double!”