Filed by Mike Devicente, GBWC Reservist
GBI Case File No. GBWC-2009-27/320
April 2009 -- Timeline Year Twenty-Seven
warehouse walls vibrated with the familiar sound of the
Ecto-cruiser pulling into the driveway. The car doors slammed.
Jeremy walked into the main part of the room with three full
ghost traps and a confident smirk on his face. Mick's face
looked somewhat grimmer; he wandered just behind Jeremy
shouldering both their proton packs. "Hey! Quit running for
the gold medal and help me out here!"
said in a sing-song voice "I caught 'em, I can 'em. I think
you made up that rule."
Mick, sighed, paused, and hung
the packs on the first two racks he could find. Then he
charged through the containment room after Jeremy. They both
passed right through Rachel, who was standing in the hallway,
waiting to welcome them back. She simply turned around and
sighed. A fight was coming. She didn't have to be clairvoyant
to see that.
As soon as Mick caught up to Jeremy he was
already opening up the containment unit. He opened the
chamber, inserted the trap, cleared the containment grid,
flipped the switch, waited for the green light to come on,
pulled the trap, and tossed it on the table with a thunk that
rattled Mick's teeth.
"You really need to be more
careful with the equipment." Mick said, still trying to
maintain an advisory tone of voice.
"You mean the
equipment that I've been working with for six years? Yeah, I'll do
that." Jeremy held up the second trap with a 'cheers' gesture.
Inserted. Cleared. Flipped. Green light. Pull. Toss.
Mick took a lunge forward and grabbed the trap in his
gloved hand. He leaned against the table with his other
shoulder. "I'm just saying there have been way too many times
in my career that I couldn't afford to have any of this not
"I'm sure there were a lot times in your career
when your equipment didn't work anyway. What about that time
you dropped your pack in the bay and had to fend off that
succubus by ripping off that car's side mirror?" Jeremy
scoffed. He kept kidding around, while Mick persisted in being
Mick was stymied for a
second. "I'm only telling you because Fritz would tell you the
same if he were here right now."
"Yeah, and I'm hoping
that while Fritz is gone I'll get a little vacation too."
"Well, as fun as it's gonna be, I
don't want him to go back to find the warehouse melted to the
ground." Mick gritted his teeth. "Just promise me you're not
gonna let this place go to hell while he's out."
not gonna let this place go to hell?"
"What can I say? I can trust myself not to cause any
trouble while Fritz is out, but I can't speak for the both of
"That's about the smartest thing you've said so
Jeremy twisted around and glared
at Mick, his hand still on the trap handle. "Listen up, maybe
I let Jeff, or Andy, or Kyle talk to me like this but from you
it's an insult. I'm not gonna take this kinda abuse from a guy
I've seen swinging from a chandelier." Jeremy yanked out the
trap and tossed it on the table in front of Mick. Then he
stomped off. "I'm a professional too...What could I possibly
screw up in three days?" He muttered to himself.
gave a groan and turned. He followed Jeremy up to the lounge,
and then they went their separate ways, Jeremy to the bunks.
The green light never came on. Neither of them noticed.
It was night, so Rachel was awake. The
washing machine and dishwasher were both loaded, and Rachel
had a good 6 hours until anyone was going to be awake or
showing up at the front door. All she could do now was waft
around and worry about Mick and Jeremy. After that fight in
the containment room, the two hadn't spoke to each other all
afternoon, and even did that...thing where two people sit down
and look away from each other.
"Men are so immature."
Rachel grumbled to herself and sunk her head. Then she raised
it up again quickly. There was....a disturbance. More
specifically, there was another ghost present in the
warehouse. That...couldn't be good, could it?
glanced over her shoulder at the proton packs hanging on the
wall behind her. She should probably take one with her in a
situation like this, but she didn't, because, well...Perhaps she
could simply make contact with it...maybe it was friendly. She
began to move towards what she felt and felt herself feeling
worse and worse the closer she became. She saw it. Well,
perhaps she only saw a shadow. A shadow that unfurled a pair
of bat wings towards her before pouncing.
The next morning, Jeremy awoke and
dragged himself out of bed. When he looked around, he was
surprised to see how clean the whole place was. The walls were
sparkling, which was highly possible in a silo. He clicked his
tongue in admiration but with his body still fatigued, he
continued to drag himself to the bathroom.
entered the bathroom door, pulled off his pajama shirt and
threw it on the floor. Then he moved to the shower so he could
turn on the faucet
Thankfully, he looked down.
On the floor of the shower, Rachel was half-phased
through the floor and energetically scrubbing at the tile with
a coarse look at her face. Jeremy looked down at her
dumbfounded. He could tell immediately that something was
wrong, but, once again, fatigued.
"Uuueeeum....Is this a
"You know, it wouldn't hurt you to do these
things every once in a while..." Rachel snarled.
first Mick and now you. When the hell was I ever put in charge
of scrubbing the bathroom?"
"I don't care if it's you,
or Fritz, or...anyone. Why am I the only one responsible for all
the mess around here!?" As Rachel spoke, her voice deepened
and took on a supernatural drone. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT
SLOBS YOU ALL ARE!?" Rachel slowly rose out of the shower, and
while levitating, made her skin flake off, exposing the
Jeremy, who felt effected by
Rachel's attempt to induce horror, stumbled out of the
bathroom, and made a scramble towards the wall-mounted proton
pack. He picked it up, holstered it over his shoulder, and
shakily pointed the thrower towards Rachel, threatening.
"Don't make me do this...Not for the second time this month."
Rachel continued to advance on him. Jeremy would never
again admit it but he whimpered as he pulled the
"Damn, no charge."
Jeremy began to back against the wall, cringing. Then from at
his side a mighty blast of proton shot fourth, catching Rachel
in a containment stream. The wielder of the blast was Mick,
who had remembered to charge his pack instead of just
Rachel shrieked. From out of the
containment beam there melted a puddle of ectoplasm, which
re-formed into a second ghost. It was spherical, with a pair
of bat wings, a Mohawk and a gigantic eye. Its skin was grey
and scaly and it stood on a pair of two-toed feet. As soon as
it extracted itself, it gave a warbling scream and sailed out
a nearby window.
"Let go of the stream!" Jeremy
shouted. Mick shut off his beam. Rachel was so drained from
the experience she was rendered practically invisible. Only
her lips were vaguely seen as she said. "Guys, I don't feel so
"You've never looked lighter." Jeremy said
Mick turned to Jeremy with a smug grin of his
own on his face. "Now, that was one of the ghosts we caught
yesterday wasn't it?"
Jeremy pulled his hand away from
his face and heaved a sigh. "What do you want me to say? No,
actually I know. You're right, okay? I did mistreat the
equipment. That ghost wasn't disposed of properly and because
of me it got out and it got IN to Rachael. I....am the biggest
idiot ever. I am so dumb, and sometimes....sometimes I
accidentally brush my teeth with zit cream."
off his pack and replaced it. Then he gave Jeremy a strong
clap on the back and said. "You see, that's all you had to
"So let me get this
straight," Fritz said, pausing to help Chelsea load a suitcase
onto the frame of their rental sedan, his cell phone in one
hand. "The ghost ENTERED Rachel?"
"That's right," was
Mick's reply, spoken through his own cell. "She was
acting...like hyper-Rachel for a moment, then my proton beam
simply kicked it out of her. I've never seen anything like it:
a ghost possessing another ghost?"
possession. It's soul-sucking."
"Say that again,
Fritz? I thought maybe we got a crossed signal."
said it's soul-sucking. The entity was obviously forcing
Rachel to go through her daily motions on a higher than
average level, so that it could absorb the excess energy. It
probably intended to burn her out then take the remainder of
"Great," Mick gave a sigh. "If that's
the case this thing's gonna be twice as hard to catch now that
it's taken in so much PKE."
"Listen...do you guys need me
to come back there?"
"Well..." Mick was interrupted when
Jeremy snatched the phone out of his hand and said. "No, no
we're fine here. Enjoy your vacation, Fritz." He beeped the
"Why did you do that?" Mick asked,
graciously accepting his cell back and putting it in his
"If we let him get involved, he'll never leave
us in charge again." Jeremy said with a shrug.
this thing merely re-dead-ened, Rachel. Sorry for being
presumptuous again, but maybe this one's gonna take a little
"Nonsense. We just keep answering calls,
and if one of them seems...stranger than usual, we've got our
Mick shook his head. "I don't know...This
looks like a lot more than a simple zap n' trap. Soul suckers
are always bad news. I bet it could even become so powerful it
could graduate from sucking ghosts and start sucking people."
"I'm not worried. If all else fails, we got the
Mick turned around and began to walk
towards the lounge. "Okay, then. In the meantime you need to
get suited up for the PR event we have at the used car
"You're a sucker for procedure you know." Jeremy
said with a wry grin.
Without breaking his pace, Mick
quipped. "You're just a sucker."
Based on Ghostbusters Created by Dan Aykroyd and Harold Ramis
Ghostbusters West Coast Division Created by Andy Harness and Vincent Belmont