It was just an atypical day in the lives of the famous Ghostbusters. The city had been unusually quiet, which was a nice change of pace, and gave the resident scientists; Dr. Egon Spengler and Dr. Raymond "Ray" Stantz, the opportunity to continue their work on an extraordinarily delicate experiment in the basement of their old firehouse. With tools in hand and a large blueprint scrawled out across the work desk the duo finishing applying the final touches to their latest ghost capturing contraption.

"That should do it." Ray proudly declared as he shut the side panel on the now altered ion ghost trap, the screwdriver resting between his clenched teeth. "Ready for the test?"

"Yes." Egon confirmed as he double checked the equation for any potential errors. Rolling up the blueprint he set it aside and turned his attention to the trap resting on the desk beside Ray. "All of the calculations are accurate and the power levels are stable. It'd be best to perform a test now under controlled-"

The Klaxons in the garage sounded off as a call had been reported.

Ray pulled the screwdriver out of his mouth and dropped it on the desk. "Were you about to say 'controlled circumstances'?" He asked with a sly grin.

"I stand corrected." Egon admitted as he adjusted his glasses and slipped off his white lab coat, draping it over the desk in the process. "Shall we?"

As Egon ascended the stairs out of the basement to the first floor Ray took off his own lab coat, leaving it next to Egon's coat, and scooped up the modified trap before following after his colleague.

Winston Zeddemore had already switched into his jumpsuit and was standing beside the driver's side door of Ecto-1 with the written address in his hand. "Ready to suit up?"

Egon strolled through the garage at a quick pace and pulled open his locker to change into his own jumpsuit. "Any details on the call?"

"Yeah, from what the client told Janine it sounds like a Class-4 'Possessor' stirring up problems at the old art museum."

Dr. Peter Venkman hustled down the stairs from the second floor and joined Egon at the lockers. "Art museum? The same art museum that our 'buddy' Vigo tried to use Dana and Oscar as his vessels for a new era?"

"The same one." Winston confirmed with an awkward grimace.

"Damn. Thought he had that place cleaned out." Peter grumbled as he too changed into his jumpsuit.

Ray had made his way into the garage and stopped beside the desk of their fiery receptionist Janine Melnitz. "What's going on Janine?"

"Some curator at the art museum is freaking out over a ghost. It apparently took control over his assistant's body and she threw a cup of coffee at his head."

"Oh. Well, at least it's only one ghost." Ray tried to look at the situation in a more lighthearted manner.

"Uh-huh..." Peter wasn't in the mood for joking. He had an austere past with the museum after the confrontation with the spirit of Vigo the Carpathian nearly cost him the lives of Dana Barret, his love interest, and her young son Oscar. "Can we just get there and take care of things before we have to hi-jack another monument and deal with another team of fat lawyers?"

"Sorry Venkman." Ray felt a little guilty for not taking the situation seriously. Depositing the modified trap into the rear compartment of Ecto-1 Ray too rushed over to his locker and changed quickly into his jumpsuit. "Ready?"

"Ready." Egon confirmed as he slammed his locker door shut.

"Let's go." Peter hustled over to the iconic hearse and pulled open the front passenger side door and took his seat.

Ray and Egon sat in the rear of the hearse while Winston turned the key in the ignition and pulled Ecto-1 through the large garage doors and raced down the street to the museum several blocks away.

During the drive Winston decided to break the silence by asking Ray and Egon about their secretive project down in the basement. "What were you guys working on downstairs? You were working for almost three days straight!"

"Prototype for an alternate form of ghost containment." Ray piped up enthusiastically. "We haven't had the chance to test it out yet, but everything looks promising."

"New ghost containment?" Winston inquired curiously. "What for?"

Before either Ray or Egon had the chance to answer Ecto-1 came to a halt along the street outside the museum. There was a small gathering of frightened onlookers who had seen several associates and visitors storm outside of the museum in a near panic.

Peter opened his door and stood outside the hearse with eyes fixed upon the museum. "I hate this place."

Ray, Egon and Winston joined Peter outside of the hearse. The museum had played the role of the final battleground against Vigo and it nearly took the life of not only Oscar but also Ray who had been temporarily possessed by Vigo himself. It was a close call but in the end the Ghostbusters had managed to fend off Vigo and keep the spirit of the malevolent tyrant from being resurrected and prevented a reign of terror from taking over the world.

"Come on." Peter lead the way into the museum with a defensive posture evident in his stride. "I don't want to hang around here any longer than I need to."

Winston and Ray opened the rear compartment of the hearse to retrieve their invaluable equipment. While Ray helped Winston slide on his proton pack Egon took one pack for himself and a second for Peter. Ray turned and allowed Winston to help him slide on his own proton pack and discreetly took hold of the modified trap with the intent of testing in the field.

With a pat on Ray's shoulder Winston jogged up the concrete steps of the museum after Egon and Peter. "Meet you inside!"

Ray slung the prototype over one shoulder and a standard trap over the other. Locking up the hearse with a quick motion Ray raced up the steps after his colleagues, eager to check out the situation and possibly use the new trap.

Peter and Egon had followed a trail of carnage strewn about the lengthy corridors of the museum and discovered the possessed form of the curator's assistant floating just a few feet above the floor; her long blonde hair wisping wildly amongst psychokinetic static, her blues eyes glazed over by a white film, her pale skin a deathly shade of gray and her smile twisted upward into a seemingly impossibly large grin.

Bits of official documents, broken coffee mugs, pens and damaged paintings lined the floors and stained the walls as the possessed woman floated about the museum with a demented glee.

"So what do you think Spengz?" Peter asked as he powered up his thrower and switched the setting from protonic energy flow to that of the concentrated 'mood' slime. "Hose her?"

Egon nodded once as he too powered up his thrower to the same setting. "Hose her."

Winston joined his colleagues at the end of the corridor where they stood watching the possessed woman. "Is she the only victim?"

"It appears so." Egon confirmed as he looked at Winston and noticed he had arrived alone. "Where is Ray?"

"Right here!" Ray responded as he jogged up to his awaiting team mates. "Find her?"

Peter was tired of waiting and decided to open fire. As the stream of green and pink slime intermingled in the air and drenched the body of the possessed woman the possessor who had taken her body as its vessel let out a horrible shriek using the poor woman's voice.

"Got her!" Peter shouted as he stepped closer to her.

"Get the trap ready." Egon instructed as he too opened fire with the intent on snaring the possessor ghost under a second stream of slime as soon as it exited the woman's body. Standing on the opposite side of the woman across from Peter he positioned himself ready in the event of a chase if the possessor broke loose. "We can't let it go after any other innocent bystanders."

"Right!" Ray looked at the two traps over his shoulder and selected the prototype to use. It was only one ghost and therefore it was an ideal moment to use it in the field. If it failed the unaltered trap could be used as a back up. Ray placed the trap on the floor and slid it across the floor toward the woman as she continued to float in midair. "Trap out!"

Winston kept his thrower set to protonic energy in the event that the ghost attempted to flee the scene and elude the slime. Standing behind Ray Winston was keeping an eye on his team mates, watching their backs and ready to make a move.

With a final screech the possessor released its hold over the woman's body. As the woman fell to the ground Winston made a mad dash and managed to catch her in his arms before she hit the ground. "She's free!" He called out as he carried the slime drenched woman out of the line of fire.

"Trap open!" Ray yelled as he stomped on the trigger for the trap, only to have the doors of the trap jam; unable to fully open. "Uh-oh, problem!"

"Ray?" Peter sounded very irritated but didn't turn away from the possessor stunned by the slime stream. "What. Problem?"

"Trap is jammed!" Ray explained quickly as he tried again and again to press down on the trigger and open the trap. "Hold on! I got this!"

Egon glanced down at the trap and his eyes widened. "Ray!"

"I got this!" Ray repeated as he knelt down beside the trap just under the possessor. Grabbing onto the partially opened doors with his hands Ray began prying the metal hatches open with his fingers. Slime rained down onto his head, neck and shoulders soaking through his jumpsuit and giving him a slight chill as he worked. "It's opening!"

"Ray! Get back!" Egon cautioned wisely. "You don't know-"

The traps burst open with a powerful beam of bright ionized light. Ray was stunned by the intense light and covered his eyes to shield his already pained vision from the light. "Gah!"

"Ray!" Peter and Egon called out in chorus.

The possessor was quickly pulled downward to the trap, the high degree of power from the trap easily enveloping the spectral being and drawing it and the surrounding slime into the trap.

An unexpected pulse of energy erupted from the trap and illuminated the room with a potent light that caused everyone to turn away from the incredible light.

"RAY!" The trio of Ghostbusters shouted as the pulse swept through the museum.

As quickly as the pulse swept through the room it dissipated and the trap doors slammed shut with a loud metal 'clang'.

Egon was the first to open his eyes and look down at the smoldering trap. The light was blinking which indicated that it had successfully identified a ghost and smoke was wisping out of the rectangular device as it sat on the floor in a thin, partially absorbed puddle of slime.

Peter looked over next and saw that the trap was blinking. "We got it? Right?"

"Not exactly." Egon sheathed his thrower and knelt beside the trap. Unclipping the PKE meter from his belt Egon ran a scan over the device, the meter reacting loudly to the lingering energy in the area.

Winston was still protectively holding the woman, who was unconscious and shivering, in his arms. "What happened? Where's Ray?"

Egon's face paled as he turned off the meter and swallowed nervously before reluctantly replying. "Unknown."

...to be continued...