Filed by Mike Devicente, GBWC Reservist
GBI Case File No. GBWC-2009-27/320
April 2009 -- Timeline Year Twenty-Seven
Whitegrape stared out the window of his second story manor. In
life he was a priest, much beloved by his community for his
generosity, which, given a wealthy inheritance, was incredibly
good. He was responsible for founding several charitable
organizations, and building a children's hospital in the area.
He died after having accidentally knocked a radio into his
bathtub, and though he discovered the afterlife was nothing
like what he used to teach, he was not dissatisfied with it.
He got to keep his manor after staging a few hauntings to
scare away any potential buyers and he prepared to live out
the remainder of his eternity with his collection of vintage
He was only disturbed once, about 6 months ago
when a group of men in blue suits holding strange weapons
burst in. They were looking for a ghost. Thomas calmly and
rationally explained that he had personally done nothing
wrong. The men in blue suits took his word for it. In fact,
they seemed impressed by the fact that he could explain
himself at all. They left, and one returned a day later to
repair the door he had knocked down when he entered
forcefully. Since then there had been no disturbances.
Thomas stared out his window as the sun went down,
holding a vintage 1950s tawny port wine in a glass. He heard a
noise. He ignored it, thinking it was just this old house
settling again. He heard the noise again. He twisted his head.
His feet brought him a few steps forward into the darkened
"Hello? Is anyone there?"
Thomas shook his head. The years of isolation often made his
imagination run wild. He stepped back, wondering for a moment
why, as a ghost, his footsteps still made noise. There was a
clatter, and the sound of something being knocked over in the
next room. He shuddered. Yes, ghosts felt fear sometimes, he
"Hello?" He carefully stalked into the next
room. There was a scream, and then,
"Okay, so let me get
this straight." Mike gave a pause so he could put down one old
book, adjust the teddy bear under his arm, and pick up another
old book. "We're working together on this case now
"Right." Mick said with a growl. No more than 2
hours in a car with this guy and he was already beginning to
regret his decision.
"We're the only ones aware of
this situation, which is a VERY BAD situation
"So, how come I don't get a
Jeremy gave a sigh. "We went over this
before. You need to be an official member of the team before
you can handle any of the equipment. You know. Liabilities.
That and Internal Affairs would have our asses in a frying
Mick gave a small shudder, followed by a full
body sigh by Mike.
"I'd say it's very responsible of
your corporation to use every available resource possible to
deal with this dire situation."
"Yes it is, and the
resource that is in the back seat with all the books needs to
shut up and help us dig up what we're going to need to stop
this thing." Mick snarled.
Mike gave a sneer. Instead
of opening the book on his lap, he pulled out his homemade PKE
meter and turned it on. All his life he had dreamed of this,
and here he was in the middle of it all, but still so far
away. Suddenly, the antenna on the device began to rise.
"No Mike, you can't use the Proton
Pack." Jeremy scolded.
"Is there usually a large PKE
signature on this side of town?"
slowed to a crawl until they neared the corner. Mick looked
out the window, and noticed the mansion. "Oh, yeah, that's the
old Whitegrapes place. There's a ghost there, but he is
"Hm, A harmless ghost with a PKE valence of
The Ecto came to a sudden and instant
"Are you sure there's
something that big here?" Jeremy asked as the three of them
stalked into the empty mansion. "I mean, that little science
project PKE meter of yours might be a little sensitive or
"It's true. This one's got the same
reading." Mick said looking down at the PKE meter he brought
with him. "Something is here, and it's bigger than a
"This is fantastic!"
Mike exclaimed. "After so many years of fruitless searching,
I've finally got an opportunity to prove a genuine paranormal
Jeremy shook his head. "Hate to bust your
bubble Mike, but this is just business as usual." He clicked
on his pack. "It's upstairs."
The three of them
marched upstairs, all stopping with a jerk of their hips as
soon as they reached the top steps. Standing before them was a
beast both haunting and beautiful. It was lizard-like, with
four legs and a long whip-like tail. It had two long rounded
horns on top of his head, blood red, eyes and rows of sharp
teeth. It looked almost like a hell-hound, except it was most
"Well, well, what have we here?"
The beast spoke, then gave a reptilian hiss.
it looks just like the picture doesn't it?" Mike said idly,
giving a dry gulp.
"It can speak." Jeremy said
"No crap. It just ate a Class 4." Mick replied.
"Okay. Time to communicate." Mike bit his lip then
took a couple of bold steps in front of the two Ghostbusters.
"Who are you?"
"I am known as Sennin. I am the
familiar of the wizard Damarcus, exiled from the land of
saints in the year of our lord 1478."
Mike looked over
his shoulder to Mick. Mick motioned that Mike continue by
rolling one of his hands in a circle. Mike looked back towards
Sennin, and began to speak.
"What do you want?"
"I protect my lord from those who do not accept his
beliefs. I protect him from those who would capture him, and
torture him until he finds false faith."
"In other words, your lord fled to America because of
"Well, I don't know about you guys, but I
wasn't expecting the Spanish Inquisition." Jeremy quipped.
"We mean you no harm." Mike said sternly.
beast snarled, almost knocking the three of them back down the
stairs. "Lies!" It roared. "You first tried to use magic to
subdue me, then attempted to trap me twice since. How can I
believe my master would not be next?"
Mike opened his
mouth. Then he closed it. Then he shrugged both his arms.
The best roared and leaped forward. Mike
panicked and ran backwards, his foot slipping off the first
step. He flopped onto his belly and grabbed onto Jeremy's leg,
just as he was about to fire.
"Hey!" Jeremy and Mick
fired their proton beams but because Jeremy was off balance
his beam shot up above the Wyvern's head. It dodged to the
side as his beam hit the decayed rafters of the mansion,
causing the roof to begin to fall. The Ghostbusters rushed
down the stairs to avoid being hit by the cave-in, while
Sennin leaped on top of the remains of the caved in roof,
stalking towards them.
"Well what do we do now?"
"I don't know, but that last proton beam
didn't even scratch him." Mick replied. "Figure anything out,
"Kinda hard to research when you're running for
your like, Mick."
"Wonderful." Jeremy groaned.
"Okay...why not hit the ceiling again?"
Jeremy and Mick
fired their beams making a good portion of rest of the house
crumble down on top of the Wyvern. The three of them scrambled
for the front door and into the Ecto cruiser, bolting down the
street and into downtown LA.
Mike gave a sigh of
relief, scooping up another old tome from the backseat.
"Hokay, I think that bought us some time."
"Hey, watch those bumps, I'm trying to read!"
"That wasn't me." Mick said ominously.
was another jolt. Jeremy and Mike stuck their heads out to see
the Wyvern perched atop the ecto cruiser, using it's talons to
pull the vehicle left and right trying to steer it off the
ground. "Aw, gee I just waxed!" Mick said as he struggled with
the steering wheel, trying to keep control. Jeremy grabbed his
neutrino wand and fired a blast of proton energy at Sennin. It
shook its body, unscathed, gave a laugh and then tried to tip
the car again.
"Shoot. That really didn't work."
Jeremy gave a sly grin, pointed the wand again and shot at the
Wyvern's eyes. It howled, if only because the light hand
blinded him, and his forelegs pulled themselves loose from the
Ecto. Jeremy was about to line up for another shot when the
Ecto shook, the interior of the car weaving back and fourth.
Outside, Sennin took the Ecto off of the street and was now
flying upward with it into the air.
"Okay, that does
it...Nobody messes with my paint job!" Mick stuck his head out
the window and began shooting at the Wyvern with his proton
beam, trying to get another clear shot at his eyes. Meanwhile,
Mike, who had scrambled through the Wyvern chapter of the
tome, shot his head up from a book and said "Eureka!"
Mike pulled his head out from the car holding an
object in his hand that Mick or Jeremy couldn't see. Mike
lobbed it at the Wyvern's chest, and it burst into steam.
Sennin howled and rolled back dropping the Ecto, which bounced
on its tires off a hill propping up the freeway, and rolled
into a ditch.
himself loose from the entanglement of the steering column and
his own body and gave a groan. "Well, that was insane. Is
"Yeah, I'm fine." Jeremy sat up from
the passenger seat and dusted off particles of the windshield
from his suit. "How about you Mike?"
"Just about as
good as a guy who just survived a car crash can be." Mike
said, rubbing his forehead.
"Just what was that thing
you tossed at him anyway?" Jeremy asked, working to push the
twisted car door open using his foot.
"Water." Mick heaved an agitated sigh.
"You mean this thing is vulnerable to plan ol' H2O?"
exactly." Mike responded. "The wyvern were sent to Earth from
a parallel dimension by wizards specializing in the art of
alchemy, or the chemical process of turning lead into gold.
Since they absorbed a lot of the potions and spells used in
attempt to create gold, they are susceptible to the
ingredients of a counter-potion used to convert gold back to
lead. Water was one ingredient, but since I already doused
Sennin with some, it won't work again."
"Okay, so what are the other ingredients?"
oil, and silver."
"We got plenty of grass." Jeremy
said, kicking the front door open triumphantly.
gave a grin. "I can probably get some oil from the hood of the
Ecto. Lucky for you, I don't buy synthetic."
just leaves silver." Mike said gleefully. The two of them
looked back and fourth from each other, lowered their heads
"Well, maybe if we weaken it enough, it
will become susceptible to our proton beams again." Jeremy
"Yeah, you mean YOUR proton beams."
Mike gave an indignant huff.
"Mike." Mick gave a sigh.
"Do you understand the basic fundamentals of a proton
"That's the front end, that's the back end,
that's the doohickey you pull?" Mike shrugged.
enough." Mick opened the trunk of the ruined Ecto cruiser and
pulled out a spare pack, resting it in Mike's arms. "Welcome
Jeremy, Mick and
Mike stalked past the highway and towards a nearby park.
Sennin came down from above, his broad wings kicking up dust
as he placed his taloned feet on the cement walkway.
"So predictable." Mick unscrewed the canister in his
hand and tossed it at the Wyvern. One it was coated with oil,
it again shrieked in pain. As the creature stumbled backwards,
smoke rose from its talons. Sennin curled them up, trying to
keep from setting talons on the floor again.
aughta do it!" Jeremy declared, and shot the first proton beam
which struck Sennin's breast. The beast gave another hiss,
stumbling backwards with his hind feet onto the grass again.
Then his wings gave a broad sweep, propelling him upwards into
the air again.
"It's no good, we need more grass!" Mike
shouted, fumbling with his own neutrona wand.
grass? Who do I look like? CheeEEEEeech!" Jeremy was thrown on
his back by a strong gust of wind from Sennin's wings.
wyvern pressed his talons on Jeremy's chest, a satisfied smirk
on his face. "You made a noble effort, but nevertheless, our
truth will live on even when all of your sorceries are
"Your mom!" Mick swung at Sennin and with
a loud clang. Sennin fell sideways onto the grass, his body
beginning to smoke, not from the grass, but by the stop-sign
sized indentation Mick's makeshift weapon made in the beast's
side. Mick looked at the stop sign in his hand and gave a
satisfied smirk. "Well, I guess aluminum is good
Sennin gave a growl, mixed with a gurgling.
No, it wasn't a growl. His neck jerked back and fourth, until
his mouth spewed a torrent of ectoplasm in the ground in front
Suddenly the puddle began to bubble, eyes,
tentacles, hands and feet rose, until the puddle itself
levitated, forming into a misshapen ghost obviously made from
the thriving contents of Sennin's feeding frenzy.
Jeremy moved backwards, his boots sliding back against
the pavement onto the grass. "Yecch, it's only us and the fine
folks at the Maternity Ward that's got to deal with this much
"Ecto is ecto." Mick said idly, as he pulled
out his neutrona wand. "Shall we, Mike?"
Mike replied, and together a triple blast from their proton
beams, as well as a trap provided by Mick's side, made quick
work of the advancing ghost chimera.
said, holding out the tip of his smoking blaster towards
"Cheers." Mike replied and touched the tip of his
own smoking wand with Mick.
"Hang on for a second. HEY
'VERN!" Jeremy walked a couple of feet away from the others
and towards Sennin, who had reverted to his original one-eyed
spherical form and tried to limp helplessly away. Jeremy
caught him in his proton beam, and guided him into the ghost
trap he had holstered at his side. "Know what I mean?"
Inserted. Cleared. Flipped.
Green light. Pull.....
Set gently on the table.
Jeremy raised his eyebrows at the stern expression
Mick gave him and shook his head. "What?"
"Nothing." He turned to Mike and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Well, thanks for your help."
"Save the niceties, Mick.
Let's talk office space. I think for an entrapment like that,
I deserve at least a window."
Mick gave a shrug. "I'd
like to help you out, but unfortunately, it's up to Fritz when
he gets back, and of course, there's a lot of GBI red tape to
jump through before you can become an official member of the
"Aw shucks," Mike crossed his arms and pouted.
"I just protected the greater LA population from a
soul-sucking monster, and this is all the thanks I
"You'll get used to it." Jeremy said as he and
Mick left the containment chamber, turning the lights off on
Mike on the way out.
Based on Ghostbusters Created by Dan Aykroyd and Harold Ramis
Ghostbusters West Coast Division Created by Andy Harness and Vincent Belmont