"Remind me why we have to go check on your family homestead again?" Simon asked from the backseat of the white Honda Pilot.
"Because none of us have even been this close to it for something like 150 years," Laura said, riding shotgun, "so I thought I'd take you guys to see the farm, now that we've gotten ourselves un-screwed thanks to Jack."
Richard snorted, on the edge of laughing. "I'm gonna miss the little sprite."
The DEARS conversed between each other as they passed the New York city limits, where they were met by large amounts of traffic leaving the city.
"What's all this?" Laura asked. "It's like they're running from something."
"Since we've saved the world before," Simon said, "let's go take a look."
"You're sure?" Richard asked Laura and Simon. "We might find something that's not meant to be found… or something else like that."
They rounded a corner, still en route through the city, and found the road blocked by large amounts of what looked to be a black, acidic, goopy substance.
"Yeah…" Richard continued. "Let's stop here for a bit."
Simon and Richard retrieved their Faraday Packs from the back of the car, preparing them in case they needed to use them from the car. Laura drew her revolver, having brought it instead of a pack because of the DEARS' special magnesium ammunition that she used in it nowadays.
Richard drove the car forward, towards the puddle of goop, only to stop it when several figures materialized from the slime. They looked, to Richard and Laura, like Great- and World War era soldiers, with shrapnel helmets and small amounts of body armour, carrying rifles and submachine guns, except the figures glowed shades of green and blue. Richard put the car into reverse. He didn't wait for long before flooring it, as the spectral infantry raised their various guns and opened fire on the DEARS, shattering the windshield and pocking holes in the seats. Laura and Simon returned fire for a few seconds before Richard drifted the car around, throwing it into forward gear. He weaved through the streets, where more of the spectres emerged from hiding.
"They've ambushed us!" Laura said, nailing spectres with her pistol through the space where the windshield used to be.
"Why did I suggest we stop?!" Simon groaned, cutting swathes in the army with his Faraday Pack.
"Just keep downing them!" Richard shouted, trying to focus on his driving.
Richard drifted the car left and right, down back allies and main streets, avoiding the crowd of ghosts that had revealed themselves throughout the city. With a last earsplitting screech, the car came to a stop outside the 8 Hook Ladder firehouse, which was devoid of ghosts of any kind.
"Ironic," Laura said. "It could save its movies from supernatural apocalypse, but not itself."
The doors to the firehouse flew open at that remark, and a hulking slime monster rose from the depths, and roared at the DEARS.
Simon and Laura immediately started screaming "GO!" to Richard, who threw the car into reverse as the other two opened up at the monster, which started throwing cars and chunks of pavement at the Honda.
The car now had to ram into the various infantry, still shooting holes into the car, in order to clear a path, a tactic which carried the DEARS to the edge of Central Park. The slime monster gave chase still, throwing rocks, until the DEARS got a Cathode Ray, Tesla Beam, and magnesium shot on the monster at the exact same time while it stood in a pond, dispersing the slime. The team didn't have long to celebrate their victory, though, as the monster reformed, and as one final "Screw You", threw a nearby rock, also coated in no small amount of slime.
The rock slammed down onto the Honda's hood, stopping the vehicle in its tracks. Laura jumped out of the shotgun seat, revolver and short sword already drawn, fighting off the spectres surrounding the car.
"That rock could've killed us!" Simon shouted, retrieving his Faraday Pack from the pavement and revving the flywheel.
"As if we won't meet the same fate with these things!" Richard yelled back, already tearing into the horde with the Cathode Beam. "The last time we fought spectral footsoldiers..."
"Wasn't that with Typhon?" Laura answered, blasting a hole into a musketeer's ectoplasm.
"Yes!"
More of the black slime that alarmed them flowed from the sewers of New York's dead- and undead-filled streets, and the Faraday Ghostbusters had almost succumbed to the onslaught when the street cracked beneath them, and they tumbled into bright light and roaring wind...