Filed by Mick Nielson, GBWC
GBI Case File No. GBWC-2008-27/317
Ghostbusters Omnibus Timeline Year Twenty-Seven
Tammy was heading home from work at the same
time as she always did, she locked up her father's store, made
sure she had the full deposit for the bank, made sure she had
set the alarm, then headed for the parking garage up the
street, where she always parked her car. She adjusted her
ponytail, which had been slipping out all day and, finally
satisfied with it, continued on her path.
walked about a block, she noticed a nagging feeling in the
back of her mind that someone was following her. She glanced
back and waited a moment, nothing greeting her but the normal
sounds of the city. Tammy waited another moment, then
continued walking, listening more closely. After a few steps,
she heard it: Footsteps.
Tammy kept going, now sure
that someone was matching her steps to conceal the noise and
they were picking up pace a bit. Tammy reached into her purse
as she picked up her own pace, turning the corner onto the
street where the parking garage was, then pressed against the
wall, waiting. A figure stepped around the corner, holding a
knife and she pulled the pepper spray from her purse, letting
loose into her stalker's eyes. He shouted angrily and Tammy
made a run for it, unsteady in her heels, which soon fell off
as she went faster.
Just as she entered the parking
garage and frantically hit the button for the elevator, she
heard the footsteps running after her, this guy wasn't going
to give up... Tammy didn't dare wait for the elevator and ducked
into the stairwell, running up. A moment after the stairwell
door shut, it burst open again and her assailant sprinted up,
much faster than she was. Tammy decided to get out of the
stairs and ran out onto the 2nd floor, even though her car was
on the third. As usual with L.A. raised girls, she began
frantically screaming "FIRE! FIRE!" which, anyone raised in
the city knew, you yell 'Rape!' or 'Help!' nobody pays
attention, but anyone yells fire, people care.
heart sank as she felt a powerful hand clamp down on her
shoulder and slam her against the wall near the elevators. The
knife went to her neck. "Don't move a muscle." the hairy man
with appalling breath whispered, looking around to see if
anyone had heard her. Behind them, one of the elevators opened
and the broken, flickering light illuminated a figure with a
long coat on, his face shrouded in darkness underneath a
"Mind your own business, asshole!"
The mugger shouted, grabbing Tammy and holding the knife out
"This IS my business..." The stranger said
in a gruff tone, then his arm moved in a throwing motion and
the mugger's body tensed up, toppling backwards, a dart
sticking out of the forehead. Tammy, trembling in terror,
looked down at her unconscious assailant, then broke down
crying. "Oh God... Thank you so much, sir..." she said, turning
back to him as he approached.
"No need to thank me,
child..." He said, then suddenly grabbed her by the throat,
revealing a large, shiny, surgical knife. "As I said... This is
Tammy's scream echoed through the cement
structure as the knife struck at
next morning, across town, another large knife plunged down
and dunked into a jar of peanut butter. Jason whistled
cheerily as he spread it across his brad slices and glanced at
the television, which was endlessly fixed to CNN.
we change this?" Jason inquired to Jeremy, who had been
watching it for almost two days.
"No, I'm telling you,
someone is gonna take a shot at Obama... Any day
"Ugh! I'M about ready to take a shot at him if
that'll get you to change this friggin channel!" Mick shouted,
snatching at the remote angrily. Jeremy yanked it away and the
two began wrestling around the room for control of
Sitting at the rec room table, Jeff sighed,
annoyed. As the remote fell to the ground and they both ran
for it, Jeff got up, turned to them and extended his hand,
freezing their feet to the floor just short of reaching the
"Dammit Jeff, why do you have to do that?"
Rachel demanded as she floated past the door. "I'M the one who
has to clean up that water when it melts!"
just couldn't take anymore of CNN..." He said, grabbing the
remote and turning the TV off completely. "Alright, well I'm
gonna go work out." He said, heading out of the
"Wait, why the hell did you freeze us if you
weren't even WATCHING TV?!" Mick demanded just as Jeff entered
"I dunno, boredom?" He asked, shrugging and
"Dammit..." Jeremy said, struggling to sit
down on the floor to wait for his feet to thaw. "Jason, can
you get the hair dryer?"
"Wish I could, but I'm busy..."
He said, sitting down at the table to eat his
Rose picked up the phone. "Ghostbusters West Coast, ready to
believe you. How may I help you?" She asked, then straightened
up, writing something down. "Okay, lemme put you on hold for a
sec..." She said, then did so, getting up and hurrying to the
office behind her desk, knocking.
Fritz looked up from
his desk. "Come in." He said, then smiled at Rose. "What's
"There's a..." She said, looking down at the
notebook. "Detective Matheson on the phone for you, says he
needs to speak with a Ghostbuster directly."
I'll get it, thanks Rose." Fritz said, picking up the receiver
as she shut the door. "Doctor Fritz
"Doctor Baugh, this is Detective Matheson
from the LAPD, and we have a bit of an odd case. I was hoping
you might be able to help us out a bit."
"Well I'll do
my best, Detective. How can I help?"
"Well, we were
wondering if you or any of your staff has experience dealing
few minutes later, Fritz entered the rec room and frowned at
the sight of Mick and Jeremy trying to crack the ice around
their boots with a fork and a book. "What's up?" Mick asked
"I got a case for you and
few hours later, Mick and Jeff entered the LAPD morgue and
were led downstairs by the detective in charge of the case,
Matheson. "Now, you have to understand, this is all strictly
confidential, you are not allowed to discuss what you hear
with ANYONE outside your company and you will be paid as
consultants, not your usual sky-high prices."
that stuff all gets taken care of by the office girls, we just
do the case and get paid by the hour." Jeff said, waving a
"Good..." Matheson said as they entered
the morgue. They walked into the room, which smelled of
chemicals and had the aura of the dead hanging thick in it,
which Mick and Jeff were no strangers to... "This is her."
Matheson said, indicating a sheet-covered corpse laying on a
table in front of a doctor. "Keep in mind, it's a bit
"Trust me, we've seen some pretty bad
stuff." Mick said, nodding.
"Okay." The detective said,
throwing the sheet aside.
It was bad. Tammy's body was
sliced open from the groin-area to her sternum, like a
dissection body in medical school. Her internal organs had
been removed after her throat was cut, and the organs were all
left behind after being treated with some sort of
unidentifiable chemicals. The heart had been cut in half and
the tissues treated with a different kind of chemical, before
both had been discarded.
Mick put on a pair of gloves
as Matheson handed Jeff a few sheets with readouts on them.
"This is the test results from when we ran the chemical, we
don't know what they are, so if you do, let US
"Anyone do research on this?" Mick asked,
indicating a symbol, carved into the back of Tammy's
"Looked like it was Satanic to me." Matheson
"Actually its quite the opposite, detective..."
Mick said, annoyed. "This is a Pentacle Star, it's a holy
"I thought it was the devil's mark or
"That's a PentaGRAM" Jeff said, just as
annoyed by the common mistake.
"We can probably dig up
some info on this and get back to you. Let us know if any more
bodies like this pop up..." Mick said.
his arms. "Why would you say that?"
"Well... The killer
marked his victim, that's sort of a trait that serial killers
share, isn't it?"
Matheson nodded. "Yeah... Kinda like a
serial killer that has two other victims..." He said, dropping a
folder onto the table next to Jeff, who opened it. Inside,
there were photos of two other bodies just like
"The plot thickens..." Jeff mumbled.
receiving the murder case, Mick and Jeff realized this wasn't
going to be a picnic, so Fritz gave them time off the regular
busts, having Jason, Aidan and Jeremy switching shifts two at a
Jeff took the chemical reports and made a beeline
for his local magic shop owner, Maverick Tanner, also a
small-time sorcerer. He presented the chemical readout to his
friend, who looked them over with much intrigue. "Hmmm, this
is interesting... Lemme take a look at my stocks."
nodded and leaned against the counter while Maverick went into
the back to look. Jeff surveyed the shop, knowing it pretty
well. Maverick was a friend of Belmont, who'd introduced Jeff
to him, he also provided Jeff with speedy means of traveling
from L.A. to New York when Nightsquad needed
"Alright, I found a few of them..." Maverick said,
appearing from his back room. "There's a few things here that
are 'off the books' if you know what I mean..."
worry, I'm not gonna turn you in." Jeff said,
"Okay..." He nodded, laying the potion bottles
on the counter. "Most of the uses for these things are
transmogrification, but there's a few in here that deal with
MENTAL modifications." He held up two vials. "These are that,
but there's 3 others in this readout that even I cant find
anymore, they've been outlawed since.... Hell, I don't even KNOW
how many centuries ago."
"Interesting indeed..." Jeff
said, examining the bluish liquid in the dim lights of the
shop. "Thanks Mav. Mind if I borrow a sample of
Maverick held up his hands. "Take both vials, I
got more of it in the back..." he trailed off. " I mean... Not TOO
much more... Its illegal..."
Jeff chuckled again. "Take it
easy, I'm not gonna call up the Order of Hermes on you or
anything." He said, heading out of the
town, Mick was jotting down some notes and nodding as the
person on the other line spoke. "Alright, thanks again John."
He said, hanging up.
Rose frowned from behind the desk.
"Ya know, London is a long-distance call. I don't think Fritz
is gonna be happy about the phone bill."
"Well it cant
be helped, I dunno anyone else who knows as much about occult
symbols..." Mick said, heading up to his room to look through
his books. He pulled down one of them labeled "Order of the
Jeff entered the office. "Found some
stuff on the chemicals, turns out they're found in a couple
potions that are used for physical AND mental transformations.
Find anything on the symbol?"
"A friend of mine from
England said its used by a few different people, but the way
the body was cut up is similar to the methods used by the
Templar Knights in their ceremonies, so I'm looking into it
"Right. Lemme know what you find, I'm gonna go
see if there's any way to track down some of the illegal
Mick nodded, writing down something. "Wait a
couple minutes and we'll go to a place I
hour later, Mick and Jeff climbed out of the Charger, crossing
the street and entering "Midnight" a nightclub.
of this place..." Jeff said as he and Mick
"Yeah... You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy, but watch your step, this place can
be a little rough."
"Nice Star Wars quote..." Jeff said,
"Yeah, sorry... Seriously though, ran into
Papa Midnite a couple times before... Not the most pleasant
experiences for me..." Mick said over the music.
get along?" Jeff asked, keeping his eyes open for
"He tried to kill me."
"Oh, so he's not
much different than any of the OTHER people you
Mick and Jeff were stopped at the door in the
rear area of the club by a large, burly man with a slightly
red tint to his eyes.
"We need to see Midnite." Mick
The burly guard glared at them a moment,
then spoke into his headset quietly, then listened, nodding.
"Okay, go in..."
The door opened after a few loud locks
being slid open. The steel door creaked as it hit the inner
wall and the two Ghostbusters entered, seeing a Jamaican man
sitting at a large ornate desk before them.
well... He returns for another beating?" Midnite asked, looking
up at Mick threateningly.
"Look, we just need some
information, and I'm willing to make a trade for
Midnite's eyebrow arched. "I see... What have you to
Mick stepped up to the desk, plopping down an
object wrapped in cloth. Midnite took it and unwrapped it
slowly, revealing it to be a golden bracelet in the shape of a
scorpion. Jeff's eyes widened and he smacked Mick in the
shoulder, giving him a 'wtf?!' look. Mick held his hand out to
calm his partner.
"Hmmm, a Bracelet of Anubis... Very
hard to find one of these... What is it you need?"
need a few potions... Ones that are VERY off-the-books." He
said, sliding the list across the table to him. "We also need
ANY information you have on these things being used by known
murderers in the last hundred years."
"Well, not TOO
much of a demand, is it?" Midnite said, chuckling as he handed
the bracelet off to his assistant. "No wonder your trading in
a bracelet like that..." He said, getting to his feet and
crossing to the other side of the room and removing a picture
from the wall, revealing a combination lock on the wall. "Let
me see what I have..."
He began entering the numbers,
glaring at the two of them until they averted their eyes.
There was a massive 'KLUNK!' and the entire wall slid aside,
revealing a door, which Midnite unlocked and entered a safe,
housing numerous oddities of the occult
minutes later, Mick and Jeff emerged from the nightclub and
Jeff once again hit Mick in the shoulder, harder this
"You cant give away shit like
that to people like him, you idiot!" Jeff shouted.
frowned. "What do you care?"
"Excuse me if you don't
see the problem with giving evil Voodoo Priests access to
magical objects that can enslave peoples'
"Yeah... if it was REAL." Mick said, crossing his
"It... was fake?" Jeff asked.
that online, it's a replica from The Mummy Returns." Mick
said, grinning and heading back to the car.
"You play a
dangerous game, Nielson..." Jeff said, following.
Based on Ghostbusters Created by Dan Aykroyd and Harold Ramis
Ghostbusters West Coast Division Created by Andy Harness and Vincent Belmont