One a typical morning just like any other, a gentleman, who appears to be in his late 30's to early 40's with red hair and beard enters a building.
A rather large one, a skyscraper to be exact.
However, this man isn't going to one of the many cubicles that houses inside the building, and certainly not wearing a suit.
This man, who is dressed in a dark grey pants and matching shirt heads to an elevator, pushed the down arrow button and awaits for the doors to open.
Once they do, the man enters.
The elevator leads him to the basement.
Once the door opens, the man is greet by a gentleman, who appears to be in his late 60's with white hair.
"Good morning Walter," said the older man.
"Morning Hal," Walter replies.
"I got you schedule made up for your task today and don't forget.
You're training the new guy today."
"I very well know this Hal.
When is he coming?"
"He should be here shortly.
Anyway, it's been a long night, I gotta get some rest.
I'll see you both tonight."
"Very well Hal," spoke Walter as Hal got onto an open elevator to the top floor.
Once Hal left, Walter looked over the itenrary of what needed to be done.
Just then, he heard a voice.
"Hello, is anyone here?" said the voice, which was mascuilant sounding.
Walter turned to see a man, about his age, with balding hair, dressed in similar clothing as him.
"You must be the new crewman Hal told me about," said Walter.
"Yes, I'm Jack Hardemyer," said the man.
"I'm Walter Peck," Walter answered as the two gentlemen shook hands.
After the interdiction between the two gentlemen was made, Jack and Walter went right to work.
Walter showed Jack where all the equipment, supplies and extra uniforms were located.
Then went over a few safety rules with him.
"Say Mr. Peck, you're quite an intelligent man, not that it's any of my business or anything but, how did a man of your status ended up with a littary crappy job like this?" asked Jack.
"First of all, I thank you for the complaiment, and second this was the only job I can take after my life was ruined by them," Walter replied, with a look of anger on his face.
"Them who?"
"The ghostbusters.
I was on my way of becoming vice CEO of the EPA, but the mayor sided with those fakers and I was fired.
For years, I've been thinking of a way to get back at them for what they did to me.
Jack then developed the same look onto his face himself as Walter.
"The ghostbusters?!
I want revenge on them to!
I was assistant to the mayor and was on my way of becoming his personal PA with plans of him running for governor.
But those jokers cost me my job!," yelled Jack.
"I had them thrown in jail, but keeping them locked up was proven fruitless," said Walter.
"I had them shipped off to Bellvue, a lot of good that did."
A smile appeared onto Walter's face.
"Now if only I had thought of your solution to begin with.
You know Mr. Hardemyer, you're quite the brilliant man yourself," he said.
"Thanks Mr. Peck and you can call me Jack," Jack spoke.
"It seems as though you and I are not so different after all."
"Yeah, we have more in common than we realize."
"What do you say after our shift, I buy you a drink, on me."
"Thanks Mr. Peck."
"You can call me Walter."
The two shook hands and began to laugh.
During the rest of their shift, breaks and later on that night at the bar, Walter and Jack sat in a dark corner booth with their drinks, as they cooked up a scheme.
The two continued on with their plan the rest of the week.
In fact, Walter and Jack even told Hal that they would take on more shift, not just for the purpose of gaining hours and extra money, but they needed more time and planning for what they were working on.
Finally, two weeks later, everything was all set to go.
"Well, based on our planning and calculations, it looks like we've got it all set and ready to go," said Jack.
"Splendid.
The two of us can finally have our revenge on the ghostbusters once and for all," said Walter.
"They'll be sorry they messed with us."
"Now, it will be their turn to pay."
The two started to laugh.
Meanwhile the ghostbusters themselves had been keeping a rather busy schedule.
Not just on the job of catching ghosts and ghouls of all sorts , but their own personal lives with their families.
Peter and Danna juggling 3 children, consisting of Oscar age 4 and Peter Jr. and Tabitha age 2 under 4, Ray and Jenny being busy with 3 month old Andrew, Winston and Grace taking care of two sets of twins which were ten year old Jessica and Christopher and 3 month old Rhonda and Gerald, and Egon and Jeanie did their best to keep with Lila, who although was only 2 was quite advance for her age.
However, on this particular day which was Sunday, everyone had a free day to relax.
And the plan for that day was to hit the park.
As the families were getting everything they needed ready, the phone on Jeanie's desk rang.
"You're got to be kidding me.
We finally get a day off now this," Peter sighed.
"Relax Peter, it may not be job," Winston pointed out.
"Yeah, for all we know it could be a wrong number or a telemarketer," Ray added.
"Still, we better not take any chances," said Egon.
Jeanie answered the phone.
"Ghostbusters, she said, Yes, yes of course."
Jeanie jotted something down on a piece of paper.
"They're on their way.
Yes.
Goodbye."
Jeanie hung up the phone with a not so happy look on her face.
"I take it we have a job?" asked Ray.
"You take it right.
In New Jersey," Jeanie replied.
The team's plan for a perfect day off was over before they started.