Filed by Mick Nielson, GBWC
GBI Case File No. GBWC-2008-27/317
Ghostbusters Omnibus Timeline Year Twenty-Six
Restless... Gotta focus... Cant even see straight. My vision keeps
darting towards the women... so many women around here, but I
need HER, the one I'm following... have to focus, cant lose
control during the procedure... everything could be lost if I
do. Oh no... He's here.
No... Stay away...
Just for a few hours.
No can do, gonna go BOLLOCKS
woman dead. The same killer, same things done to the body, but
the latest one showed signs of having been defiled as well...
The killer was obviously VERY sick.
Mick shook his
head, turning to Jeff and laying the folder down on the desk
as they waited outside Fritz's lab. "Any
"Your guess is as good as mine until Fritz
comes back with the test results from those potions." He said,
shrugging. "You get anywhere with those Templar
"Nothing yet, there's so many bullshit theories
surrounding that group that its hard to sift the legends and
conspiracy theories out of the true stories..."
should probably bring Belmont in on this." Jeff
"I tried contacting him, but Jill said he's a
little more than out of town."
"Great." Jeff said,
shaking his head. "Just like Belmont to disappear to another
dimension when we need him."
Fritz came out of his lab
and held up some papers. "Well, I got some answers about the
solution itself, but no specifics on what it has to do with
"Well lets hear it, the suspense is killing
me..." Jeff said flatly.
"It appears that this formula
DOES have transmogrification powers, as well as mental
"Yes, we already knew that."
you don't understand the EXTENT of it... This formula would be
HIGHLY addictive and has many narcotic qualities to it. The
formula makes the user stronger, faster, more durable and less
vulnerable to pain. It also essentially makes a person's 'dark
side' emerge and they act on their basic animal
"Jesus..." Mick said, thinking. "But what does
that have to do with these killings? I mean, I can understand
that a person using this is compelled to kill and, in this
latest case, rape, but the deaths were surgical and
ritualistic. Animal impulses directly contradict that part of
"Which probably means the person isn't just
killing for fun." Jeff suggested.
"What do you
"It might be a personal thing, and the person is
using this alternate personality to alleviate himself of the
guilt he or she would get from murder..."
experiment on the organs and body parts?" Mick
Jeff thought, then raised his eyebrows. "I'm
wrong... The killer isn't even afflicted with the drug while
he's killing... He's HIMSELF when he murders these
"Why use the drug on them
"Because he's trying to find a CURE." Jeff
"Well lets look into who around the L.A. area has
the capability of even MAKING this stuff." Mick said, grabbing
few hours later, Mick and Jeff entered the lobby of a massive
office building, home to Pheelgude Pharmaceuticals, the
employer of the only known chemist in Los Angeles who had ties
to the occult. Henry Jenkins.
After letting his
receptionist know they had arrived for their appointment, Mick
and Jeff sat in the waiting room, doing its namesake proud for
the better part of an hour.
"If that secretary flicks
her nail one more time... I'm going to stab her paper holder
through my eyeball..." Jeff said, seething with
"Mr. Nielson, Mr. Nash, Dr. Jenkins will see
you now." The receptionist said, sparing herself from Jeff's
sorry, are you two police officers?" Dr. Jenkins
"No, we're with Ghostbusters West Coast,
investigating a certain case."
"Um... I see. How can I
help? I'm not exactly in the realm of the occult
"We know sir, we were just hoping you'd be
willing to try and help us out with a few things. Its come to
our attention that a certain formula was involved in the case
and we were hoping you could tell us if you know of anyone who
has the ability to make it." Mick said, sliding the chemical
composition sheet across the desk. Jenkins nodded, taking the
paper and examining it. Mick and Jeff watched his reaction
closely and it betrayed a slight hesitation when he first saw
"Hmm... Well, as I said, its been awhile since
I have had contact in the occult world... But if you had a list
of-" Mick cut him off by tossing a list of the ingredients
onto the desk in front of him. "Oh, you do have it..." He
finished, looking both sheets over. "As far as I can tell... No,
these ingredients are illegal." Jenkins added, sliding the
papers back across the desk.
"Well..." Jeff said, pushing
them back. "Indulge us. Just for shits and giggles... Say
someone GOT the ingredients... Who could make
Jenkins did not look happy about the tenacity of
the two men before him as he picked up the papers again.
"Well, you'd most certainly have to have access to a lab, at
the very LEAST a medical degree's equivalent of knowledge and
experience. Otherwise the one consuming the formula would
almost certainly die. In addition, with THIS particular
formula, you'd have to have an extensive knowledge of occult
"Oh, so someone... Kinda like you, then?"
Mick asked, crossing his legs.
"Well, yes, someone with
my experience I suppose." Jenkins said,
"Thank you, sir. We'll call if we have more
questions and you are willing to answer them."
course, I intend to make this my business." He said, shaking
their hands and having his receptionist show them
in the parking lot, Jeff nodded to Mick as they climbed into
the car. "Oh yeah... He's hiding something. I dunno if HE'S
doing it, but he definitely knows who
stared out the window, glaring at nothing in particular.
"Joyce... If those two attempt to make another appointment, push
them back as far as possible. If they call, tell them I'm
"Yes Sir." She said over the
Jenkins turned and sat down at the desk once
again, checking his
sorry, neither Mr. Nash or Mr. Nielson are here right
now." Rose said, painting her nails.
On the other end
of the phone, Detective Matheson sighed, frustrated. "Well as
soon as one of them get back, can you have them call
"Absolutely. Soon as they walk in I'll tell them."
"Thank you." He said, hanging up.
Rose dropped the phone onto the hang-up and returned
to painting her nails. A moment later, Jeff and Mick walked
in. "Oh hey, that cop just called looking for you. You want
"No, we aren't done yet." Mick said as the
two of them headed upstairs to their offices. "We give the
cops Jenkins now and they'll NEVER be able to pin anything on
him, we gotta get something more solid first."
there's something about who the victims were?" Jeff suggested.
"A girl who worked in a shop owned by her father, a Wiccan
healer, a Charm store, and of course, the voodoo shop in
Mick thought about it, then nodded.
"Well that's something to think about. Why would he kill those
"Competition? Pharmaceutical companies and
natural healers don't exactly work together well." Jeff
suggested. "I think we need to look into Jenkins' enemies
Jeff shrugged. "Well, I suggest we
start at his
hung up the phone and groaned, spinning around in his chair
slowly, thinking. His partner, Rodriguez, watched, trying to
bite his tongue, but knowing that the Ghostbusters were
jerking them around. "They aren't there
"How many times did you
"About four today."
"Nice..." He said, then
stood up, grabbing his coat and putting it on.
you goin'?" Matheson asked him.
"Just out, I'll be back
in an hour or so."
"We got work to do!"
that's where I'm going." He mumbled as the door shut behind
stuck the file folder in his mouth and slid down the fire pole
to the first floor, taking them out again as he headed over to
"That was necessary..."
me, always have to make an entrance..." He said, knocking on the
"Come in." Fritz said, and Mick walked in,
setting down the folder on the desk.
"Did you ever hear
anything about the Templar Knights being rumored to hold high
positions of power in the City Council?"
there's rumors of that everywhere."
"Yeah, but this is
too much of a coincidence, Jenkins, the guy we think is
involved in this, he associates with a bunch of these guys on
a regular basis. He's been to all their charity events, their
huge political parties, he endorses their campaigns... This is
bigger than we thought."
"Hmmm...." Fritz said, adjusting
his glasses as he looked through the pictures and notes Mick
had taken. "Well, I'd advise a LOT of caution while following
this up. Did you notify the cops yet?"
"No, I don't
want them scaring off whoever is actually responsible. Me and
Jeff gotta find out who's at the SOURCE of this mess before
the bulls come in and start raising Hell." Mick said, crossing
Fritz sighed, taking his glasses off and
rubbing his eyes. "Look, Mick... I know you're used to making
these kinds of decisions. You were a team leader, you still
tend to assume a kind of command when you're out in the
"Hey, I know this is your show, Fritz, I
don't forget that I'm just one of the grunts here-"
"Lemme finish..." He said, holding up a
hand. "Taking command out in the field is fine, its NECESSARY
to keep the team from injury or death when a decision needs to
be made on the fly. I appreciate that you are able to do that,
but when it comes to things like this, you HAVE to come to me
first. You cant do something as rash as cutting out the LAPD
from a murder investigation that WE were brought in
Mick shifted anxiously a bit. "So... You're telling
me that we have to let them ruin the
Fritz replaced his glasses, folding his
hands in front of him on the desk. "I didn't say that. I just
wanted you to TELL me what you're doing before you start
trying to avoid cops." He said, handing the folder back to
Mick, who grinned.
"No problem, Boss." He said, taking
the folder and heading out of the
an hour later, the sun had set and Jeff and Mick headed
briskly towards the Pheelgude building, trying to stay out of
sight, both of the public and ducking under security cameras.
They reached the back door and Mick stepped away from the
building to make sure nobody was in sight. "Okay, go." He
Jeff placed his hand on the door lock and
shut his eyes. Inside the lock, a thick layer of frost crept
along the metal tumblers, completely turning them to solid ice
within moments. The frost continued, following the wires
through the wall, which led up to the keypad for the alarm and
froze it solid as well, frying the electronic components. Jeff
then removed his hand and took out a small ice pick and a
hammer, smacking it once and shattering the entire lock with
only a tiny 'chink' sound.
"We're in." He said, opening
the door and heading inside, followed closely by
The two Ghostbusters headed down the hall
silently, peering around the corner and spotting a security
guard making his rounds, his back to them. Just down the hall
was the stairwell entrance, merely a few steps away. They
looked at one another, nodding and Mick held up his hand,
silently counting down from three, then they both moved,
heading straight for the door and ducking inside only moments
before the guard turned, shining his light at the hallway
suspiciously. He headed towards the door and pushed it open,
looking inside a moment. "huh..." He said to himself, then shut
the door again.
Just over the doorway, Jeff had pinned
himself into the corner underneath the second flight of stairs
with his arms and legs. He dropped silently to the floor,
waiting until the guard's footsteps faded, then snapped his
fingers. Mick slowly lowered himself down from the second
flight's railing and stepped down onto the banister, then onto
the stairs. "Good work." Jeff said, nodding.
Ghostbusters raced up the stairs, staying quiet and keeping
their eyes out for video cameras. When they reached Jenkins'
floor, they stopped short, ducking back down before it rotated
towards them. Mick turned to Jeff, whispering. "I got an
After they decided, They waited until the camera
had turned completely, then Mick slide out across the floor,
pressing against the wall right under the camera just as it
panned across the stairs again. His body tense, Mick waited
until the camera made its slow journey back across its track,
then snapped his fingers, signaling Jeff.
up and rushed straight at Mick, who had cupped his hands and
Jeff sprang off the makeshift stepladder to the camera and
grabbed it, freezing it in its place. Mick moved out from
under him and Jeff dropped down to the floor and they slowly
opened the door, knowing they didn't have much time before the
guards noticed that camera had stopped working.
hurried down the empty hallway to Jenkins' office and Jeff
once again used his "lock-picking" trick to get inside, where
they immediately went to work trying to find
stared at the computer screen in front of him as the tech
typed away and the map of Los Angeles appeared, showing
several bleeping dots on the screen.
"You're SURE those
are the Ghostbusters vehicles?" He asked the
"Yeah, Otter, their mechanic guy had us low-jack
all their new cruisers when they got them last year, so the
signal codes are still in the system." He
"Good. Any of them out of their HQ right
"Looks like... One of them is moving right now." He
said, pointing at them. "This one looks like its headed BACK
to headquarters, this one over here though, its halfway across
the city and parked."
"Where is it
dug through Jenkins' drawers and came across a VERY old
looking folder, which sported a Templar symbol. "Mick, look at
this." He said, laying it on the desk.
Mick came over
and pointed the flashlight at it. "Jeez, this thing looks like
its from-" But he was cut off by the lights turning on. Both
men jumped, looking up.
"Victorian era... Actually."
Jenkins said, strolling into the office, his hands in his
pockets casually. "Its very unwise of you two to have come
here tonight... You should've just stayed out of it... Gone back
to your little spook-fighting business, but no. You had to get
involved..." He finished, shaking his head and pulling a needle
out of his pocket.
"People know we're here." Mick said.
"Something happens to us, they'll come looking."
highly doubt you told anyone that you were coming to perform
forced entry... Breaking and Entering is most likely NOT in
Ghostbusters International's training process..."
how bout this then... Jeff is a ninja." Mick said, crossing his
Jeff just looked at him, shaking his
Jenkins laughed, then removed the cap from the
needle, sticking himself in the leg with it. "I suppose
there's no more need to hide, Hyde..."
"Hide hide?" Jeff
A moment later, Jenkins' body
seized up and he flung the needle aside, his body recoiling
and he yelled out in agony, gripping his stomach. He collapses
to his knees and slammed his fists down on the floor and then
clutched his hair, groaning.
Mick and Jeff inched
towards the door as quickly as they could without alerting the
distracted Jenkins, but just as they reached the door, his
head shot up, but a very different face greeted them. His chin
had jutted out and his bottom teeth had extended, forming a
definitive under-bite, his facial hair had grown out, forming
an unshaven look, his forehead had bulged slightly, making his
face look naturally hard and almost primitive. His eyes were a
fiery red now and his muscles could now be seen, even through
his suit, flexing as he stood up. "Pleasure to meet you..." He
said, his voice now deep, gravely and with a thick English
accent. "Names Edward Hyde..."
"You gotta be kidding me..."
Jeff said, frowning.
Before either man could get out of
the office, the desk was flung across the room and they barely
had time to duck before it shattered the entire door frame and
sent the office desk tumbling down the hallway. Jeff and Mick
dove out the now widened doorway, Jeff clutching the file
they'd discovered. Hyde leapt into the hallway, grabbing Mick
by his jacket collar and whipping him down the hall and into
Jeff, knocking both men violently to the floor. Hyde chuckled
darkly, pulling a stub of a cigar out and chewing on
"Whatsamatter boys? Not so capable without your
little laser backpacks?"
Jeff suddenly rolled over and
leveled his rail-gun at Hyde. "Nope, but I make do..." He said,
firing. The shot struck Hyde in the chest, blasting him
backwards into the wall, shattering the plaster. He grabbed
Mick and helped him to his feet as both men ran for the
Just as they neared the door, however, it
opened and the security guard appeared, leveling his gun at
them. "FREEZE!" He shouted.
"Man, you really need to
move!" Mick shouted.
The guard eyed Jeff's gun and
cocked his own weapon. "Drop it!"
Just then, Hyde
jumped to his feet, growling and rushing them. The guard's
eyes widened and he fired, but the shot did nothing to Hyde.
Mick and Jeff shoved past the guard, yanking him into the
stairwell and slamming the door into Hyde as he lunged at
them. The loud 'BOOM!' of Hyde hitting the door was
accompanied by a massive dent, which told them it wouldn't
hold for long...
Mick and Jeff barreled down the steps,
followed by the security guard, who suddenly forgot they had
been trespassing. After about 2 flights, the door exploded off
its hinges and the massive form of Hyde came leaping off the
balcony and slammed into the railing next to them, reaching at
the Ghostbusters. Jeff put the rail gun right up against
Hyde's hand, which was holding the railing, and fired. A burst
of blood and Hyde growled in pain, tumbling off the side and
slamming into the stairs as he fell.
"Well, that's one
way to do it..." Mick said. "I don't think we should take it for
granted though, lets get the hell outta
few moments later, the three men ran out the exit door and
headed for their car. "What the hell was that thing!?" The
guard demanded, but the two GB's ignored him as Mick unlocked
the car. Suddenly, Jeff felt something metal pressed against
the back of his head.
"Drop it, Nash." Rodriguez
Given the situation, Jeff obliged, holding
out his hands. "Look man, this is REALLY not the right
"Why? Should I come back after you guys make
your escape from the scene of the crime?" The Detective
"Um, these guys were up in the building, but
they are definitely NOT the problem." The guard started,
pointing at the building. "THAT is..."
They all turned to
look at the door, which framed the muscled silhouette of Hyde
as he rushed the glass front. He barreled straight through the
frame, sending glass and metal flying in all directions and
headed straight at the car. Rodriguez immediately turned and
opened fire on the creature, hitting it dead-on, but the
bullets had no effect, other than pissing him off.
reared back his hand and swatted Rodriguez with all his might,
sending him flying through one of the store fronts, shattering
the window. Mick and Jeff looked on in horror as he
disappeared inside the building. The guard had had quite
enough by this point and ran for his life, but Hyde wasn't
interested in him. He turned his sights back on the two
Ghostbusters before him.
Mick didn't waste any more
time, he unlocked the door and jumped in, throwing it in
reverse and stomping the accelerator. The Ecto-Cruiser flew
backward and Hyde skidded to a halt, but a second too slow,
and the car slammed into him, rolling over his body and coming
to a stop on top of him.
"GET IN!" Mick shouted out the
window to Jeff, who didn't waste any time either. He grabbed
the rail gun off the ground and dove through the window as
Mick drove by and the two sped off, Hyde slowly getting to his
feet behind them.
told you, I have no idea where they are." Fritz said. On the
other side of his desk, Matheson was angrily staring at him,
his arms folded across his chest.
"You sure? Because we
tracked their GPS as leaving the scene of a break-in at an
office building downtown. Oh, this might be a big deal too..."
He said, scratching his head as though trying to remember. "Oh
yeah!" He slammed his hands down on Fritz's desk angrily. "My
PARTNER was found pancaked against the wall of a shop across
Fritz's eyes widened as he searched for a
reasonable explanation. "Well... Obviously they found the killer
and he wasn't too happy with being found."
Matheson shouted, pointing at Fritz. "You just don't wanna
admit that you've got two rogue employees running around
playing wild west out there! Their involvement in a murder
case got to their heads and they've gone off the deep
Fritz pushed himself up from his chair, balancing
without his prosthetic by leaning on the desk, glaring at
Matheson. "I don't appreciate you making implications like
that... You have NO proof whatsoever that Mick and Jeff did
ANYTHING wrong, you only have their car leaving that scene.
There's probably a reasonable explanation." He said, then the
intercom beeped. "Yes?" He said, pressing the
"Fritz, I've got someone important on the line
for you, its your mother."
Fritz looked down at the
phone, confused, then held up a finger to tell Matheson to
hold on as he picked it up, lowering himself into the chair
"Hello sweetie." Mick Nielson's voice
responded from the other side. "You have a friend over right
Fritz glanced at Matheson, who was pacing,
looking out the office window. "Yup." He said. "What did you
"We're in big trouble, Fritz, an LAPD
officer tried to arrest us and the killer iced him. There was
nothing we could do, WE barely made it out of there
"Well I'm just glad to hear from you." Fritz
"Yeah, I'm sure that's Matheson in your office
"Yeah, definitely is."
"Just let them
follow the GPS on the cruiser we're in right now, because
we're about to blow this thing wide open and we'll probably
need backup." He said, then hung up.
"Yeah, love you too, mom. Bye." He said, hanging up, then
turning to Matheson. "Look, the fact of the matter is, I don't
think Mick and Jeff are guilty of anything, to prove that, I'm
gonna help you find them."
"That's the smartest thing
you've done in the last week, Baugh..." Matheson said,
where are we going?" Jeff asked, glancing behind them every so
often to see if they were being followed.
said, handing Jeff the cell phone. "Call up Jenkins' office,
pray there's a phone up there he didn't
it doesn't appear that anything is MISSING, but I cant be
sure, with everything smashed the way it is..." Jenkins said to
the officer as his team searched the office hall. Then, the
phone at the reception desk rang and Jenkin's frowned. Nobody
should be calling in... He stalked over to the desk and picked
it up. "Dr. Jenkins."
"Oh, Jenkins, how are ya? Or
should we call you Jekyll?" Jekyll's eye twitched and the
color shifted to that of Hyde's briefly. "Still there?" Jeff
"Yes... What do you want?"
"Oh, you mean,
what're we willing to make a deal for NOT reporting you to the
"Yes. Get on with it."
bring us cash. Lots and lots of cash, I'm sure you've saved up
a lot over the couple hundred years you've been living. Bring
it on down to an address that we'll give you, should you
Jekyll squeezed the phone angrily and then took
a moment to calm himself so he didn't transform. "Alright,
have a bad feeling about this..." Jeff said as he and Mick
pulled up across the street from Midnite. "Why cant we just
lure him somewhere like... Oh I dunno... an abandoned mine, or... an
oil rig, someplace we can blow up and kill him in a dramatic
and overtly stereotypical way?"
"Because, Jeff... We
aren't cops, this is a murder investigation. We destroy
MONSTERS, not people. Jekyll is still a human."
that's debatable, seeing the files in here..." Jeff said,
looking through the folder.
"Apparently, Jekyll was a Templar Knight and
when his experiment got out of control and he realized he
couldn't be killed, he was so desperate for a cure that in his
HUMAN form, he started stalking hookers and slaughtering them
in ritualistic ways, experimenting on their bodies to see if
he could reverse the process. The Templar Knights caught him
and, because of his long-standing service, covered it up for
him. They sent letters to the police from 'Jack the Ripper'
and started an entire legend to keep him safe, then Jekyll
escaped from them and disappeared."
"Why now though?
Why here in L.A.?"
"Judging by his notes..." Jeff said,
flipping through them. "He found a possible cure, but he
needed to test it on someone with AB Positive blood, like him,
who also had been exposed to some kind of magic-related
"Which explains why the victims were
chosen..." Mick said, nodding. "Hey, what blood type are you?"
He asked, turning to look at him.
Jeff glared at him.
Mick looked at his watch, nodding. "We got
"To go see your friend
Maverick" He said, then sped
approached the address, spotting the Ecto-Cruiser parked by
the curb, still dented in the rear bumper from where they'd
slammed into Hyde. He carried the briefcase of money in his
right hand and hoped that they weren't planning to try to
attack him, because if Hyde got out on his own now... He
wouldn't stop until both of them were dead.
approached the car, but nobody was sitting inside it, so he
looked around, spotting them across the street in front of a
nightclub. Public place, of course.
"I have your money,
you have my file?" He asked, approaching.
here somewhere." Mick said, nodding.
"Well I'm not
handing over the cash until you give me it." Jekyll said, his
grip tightening around the briefcase.
"How do we know
you're not just gonna hulk-out on us once we give you the
file?" Jeff asked, leaning against the doorway.
playing games!" he shouted, cringing as a small twang of pain
hit him in the stomach. He quickly composed himself, calming
"Well, you seem to agitated to talk about this
now, so we'll just go have some drinks and come back later..."
Mick said, motioning for Jeff to follow him into the club.
Jekyll clenched his jaw and followed.
"Hey! Don't walk
away from me!" He shouted after them, pushing his way through
the crowd before catching up to them. He grabbed Nielson by
the shoulder and spun him around. "Give me my file and take
your money or I'll put my fist through your FACE!" He shouted,
feeling his blood-pressure rising and a general ache welling
up in his stomach now.
"Hey, I don't deal with unstable
schizophrenics, you wanna talk, then talk."
trying my patience..." He said, darkly.
"Just hand over
the cash and we'll give you the file." Jeff said, shoving him
"You shouldn't push me like
"NIELSON!" A loud, booming voice shouted from
across the room. The music cut-off and all the heads turned to
see Papa Midnite stalking across the room. "You try to pawn
off cheap trinkets on ME!? IN MY OWN HOUSE!?" He bellowed, his
arms moving out to his sides as he prepared to use a
"Excuse me, I have business with him, you can
wait your turn." Jekyll declared.
"Who are YOU?"
Midnite demanded. "This is my place, you either move aside or
you'll regret stepping in my way..." He said, then a bouncer
clamped a hand down onto Jekyll's shoulder and yanked him back
towards the door. Jekyll dropped his briefcase and grabbed the
bouncer's hand, squeezing it and crushing the bones. The
bouncer fell to his knees, groaning in agony.
If this is the way you want it..." He said, then doubled over,
Midnite, not noticing what happened,
lunged at Mick, grabbing him under his ribs and slamming him
into the wall, Mick cried out in pain as Midnite's fingers
burned into his shirt like they were embers.
didn't wait a moment longer, he froze Midnite's feet to the
floor, then spin-kicked him in the chest, knocking him away
from Mick, who tumbled to the floor, clutching his ribs as the
Midnite stumbled backwards, then
just before he lunged to attack again, he looked over and saw
one of his bouncers being flung aside like a rag-doll as the
patrons fled. Hyde's monstrous form rose up from the crowd and
he back-handed another bouncer aside as he rushed forward.
Midnite growled and thrust his hands forward at Hyde, knocking
him off balance and then rushed him, blasting fire into his
chest. Hyde roared in pain and pounded his chest to put it
"This how you hoped it would go?" Jeff asked,
helping Mick up off the ground.
Mick coughed. "Yeah...
Going good sofar... You got the vial Maverick gave
"Yup." Jeff said, holding it up.
Mick said, taking it. "Go do your thing,
"Right, and if you call me Iceman again, blue
balls will take on a whole new meaning for you."
two Ghostbusters rushed into the thick of the battle, Jeff
froze a few of the bouncers in their path and then blasted a
thick sheet of ice into the floor, which Mick did a baseball
slide down and took him right at Mr. Hyde, who was too busy
fighting to notice him. Mick slide right past him and stabbed
the vial into Hyde's leg, plunging the liquid into
Hyde felt the needle and looked down, spotting
Nielson on the ground now. He roared and raised his leg up to
stomp him, but he suddenly was thrown off-balance as his other
bare foot was frozen to the floor. He lost his balance and
went crashing down to the ground. Suddenly, he began thrashing
around violently and his body began to shrink.
they were all watching Hyde, the front door burst open and a
squad of SWAT team officers poured into the nightclub. Jeff
and Mick raised their hands and the bouncers followed suit.
Matheson appeared, followed by Fritz. The detective looked
over just in time to see Hyde transform back into Jekyll, or
Jenkins as he was known nowadays, then looked at the two
Ghostbusters in front of him.
"So you got your
"Nope, you have YOURS." Jeff said.
your hands down..." He said, going over and hand-cuffing Jekyll
and pulling him to his feet. "We'll take him from here." He
Mick looked at Matheson's hand and nodded. "I'm
sure you will."
Matheson glanced down at his ring,
which bore the Knights Templar symbol on it and smirked,
nodding. "See you boys
Mick and Jeff leaned against the car, watching Midnite being
led out in handcuffs. He looked over at Mick and smiled.
"Well-played, Nielson!" He shouted, then was put into the
"How long you think they'll be able to hold him?"
"Oh... He'll be out by morning." He said,
Fritz approached, shaking his head. "You
guys are crazy, you know that?"
Mick checked his watch.
"Yeah, crazy and earning.... Now 12 hours overtime." He said,
Fritz checked his watch, sighing. "Yup... I'll
cut your checks tomorrow."
"Thanks boss." They both
said, climbing into the car.
"Hey, you hungry?" Jeff
asked as he shut his door.
"Yeah, I could go for a
bite. There's a place off Mulholland that is pretty
"Right on, but get us there quick, I'm REALLY
friggin' hungry." Jeff said.
Mick hit the lights and
the siren on the cruiser and sped off, dodging through traffic
as he went.
Based on Ghostbusters Created by Dan Aykroyd and Harold Ramis
Ghostbusters West Coast Division Created by Andy Harness and Vincent Belmont