"I could really go for a burger right now, how 'bout you?" Ray asked as he drove the Ecto-1A across the Brooklyn Bridge.
"You serious? Ray, creepy little floating heads have just slimed me. You really think I'm in the mood for food right now?" Peter said annoyed as he raised his arms halfway and looked at his slime-stained sleeves.
"Oh c'mon Pete, it wasn't all that bad! We'll be done soon anyway, got only one case left for tonight. Figure we'll hop in and bust whatever entity is haunting the place and we'll call it a night," said Ray as he turned the wheel and made a left turn that led toward the location of their next case. They've been at it for a couple of hours now having just wrapped up their third case of the evening.
Shops on either side of the street though the majority of them were closed at this time of night, but a few remained open like; convenience stores and pawn shops. The client of their next case had called with a complaint that his bakery was frequently being visited by unseen forces from the abandoned pawn shop next door.
Ray pulled up in front of the bakery and grabbed a small file from the dashboard that had the information Janine had written down about this case. As he read through Janine's notes, Peter rolled his eyes at the fact that Ray still continued to move his lips while he reads.
"What are you twelve? Stop movin' your lips when you read, you look like a fish. Let's get this done," Peter said as he swung the door open on his side and dragged himself out of the car.
Both Ray and Peter stood at the back of the car while Ray pulled out the rack that held the proton packs and they helped one another in putting them on. Peter sighed even more as the weight of the pack only enchanced his foul mood. Ray equipped his belt with both a trap and a pke meter, they brought four traps and three of them have already been loaded as indicated by the blinking red light.
"Alright so apparently the owner of this bakery has been havin' trouble with some nightly visitors. Camera footage he recorded is said to show stuff flying around and chairs being smashed against the walls. So nothing too extreme," Ray said as he looked at Peter before he grabbed the meter from his belt and activated it.
"Great. With my luck I'll be attacked by a flying chair. If I get slimed again on this case I'm warnin' you, I'll become very grumpy," Peter said as he grabbed his thrower and along with Ray headed toward the front door of the bakery.
The owner came to the firehouse earlier and had given Janine the key to the bakery so the Ghostbusters could go inside and investigate. The owner is too afraid to join them in their investigation. With the door opened, Ray and Peter made their way inside and with the flip of a switch Peter's pack lit up and hummed. It was an old bakery that had been run by the same family for years, it had that familiar bread smell to it.
With the pke meter in hand, Ray began to scan the entire place while Peter aimed his thrower at various points. Both men were quiet and the only noise was that of the meter as it scanned for anything supernatural. "Wait a sec, I read in the file that whatever is supposed to haunt this joint originated from the pawn shop next door," Peter said as he stopped in his tracks and aimed his thrower at the wall on his right where the abandoned pawn shop was located.
"True, the owner claims that the source of whatever is in here can be found next door. But we don't have a key and I'm not breaking the law. I'm warnin' you Pete, don't get me in trouble with the cops again," Ray said with a frown on his face and a snarl to his voice.
"Well you can play bakery detective all you want, I'm goin' next door. Let me know if the chairs start flying," Peter mumbled as he turned his back and headed toward the open front door. "Don't blow the place up if you see anythin' scary."
As Peter stepped outside he was swung back by a strong wind that came out of nowhere and it carried him halfway through the bakery before he finally fell down. The front door slammed shut and Ray's meter showed a huge spike in pke energy. With a somewhat excited look on his face he clipped the meter on his belt and drew his own thrower.
"Don't you just love it when they do something like that!" Ray exclaimed as he switched on his pack.
"Oh yeah I'm thrilled," Peter grunted as he stood up and shook his head at Ray's excitement.
The bakery's lights had never been turned on when they entered the store but suddenly every light bulb started to flash and they continued to flash until every lamp just exploded. Pieces of glass and rubble dirtied up the otherwise clean floor as Ray and Peter held their throwers at the ready. From the corner of his eye Peter spotted a faint glow that slid across the wall and he quickly aimed his thrower, the proton beam he fired ran across the wall and left a trail of fire behind.
"Did you get it?" Ray asked as he gripped his thrower even tighter and quickly turned to Peter's side.
"Yeah I just trapped it. Didn't you see me throwing the trap and stuff?" Peter said as he glanced over at Ray and sighed annoyed. "Next time though watc—" Peter got silenced as Ray pressed his hand against Peter's mouth and nodded that there was something behind him.
For a moment Peter's eyes got bigger as he began to feel the hairs on his arms rise up from the sudden chill that ran across his spine. He jumped out of the way and turned to face whatever stood behind him but it was too fast. A flash of blue-ish light shot across the room and like a ping pong ball it bounced off of every surface it touched. Back to back they both stood as Peter and Ray tried to get whatever this blue orb was in their sights long enough to blast it.
"Ray?" Peter asked.
"Yes?" Ray replied.
"How 'bout we let the little guy have this place? I am not gonna chase a little ball of light for hours, either we trap it right now or I'm callin' it a night," said Peter as he followed the bouncing orb with his eyes as best he could.
"Venkman, we're not leaving before we've captured this spook. I've got a pla—" Ray's words were drowned out by a very deep growl that apparently came from the little bouncing orb.
"What's it doin'?" Peter asked as the orb started to expand in size and ripples began to appear on its form. All of a sudden it sprouted four thin long arms and a face appeared right in the centre of its orb-like form. Bright red eyes and a wide open mouth filled with trails of slime now stared the two men in the face. "Buddy you're one ugly orb," Peter said as he and Ray took aim.
"Nail it!" Ray yelled and they blasted their proton streams toward the ghost and it managed to dodge them just barely. The ghost growled and it waved its arms about as it flew through the bakery with the streams following it. "Yeah okay I've got a plan this time, get the trap ready," Peter said after they both stopped shooting.
Ray clipped his thrower to his belt and pulled out the trap and stood aside as he watched Peter's plan unfold. Ray's mouth dropped open at the sight of Peter giving the ghost the finger. "C'mon you fat, ugly, disgusting little blob. Come get some," he said as he challenged the ghost and it began to growl even louder now while its eyes began to glow.
The ghost charged at Peter and it flew directly toward him with Peter just standing there with his thrower behind his back. Just before the ghost managed to touch Peter, he pulled out his thrower from behind and fired a stream that shot the ghost backwards. The blue orb-ish ghost struggled with the stream and Peter nodded at Ray to hurry up with the trap.
"Trap open!" Ray shouted as he stepped on the pedal and the trap sprung open and a cone of light surrounded the ghost. "Closing it...now!"
The trap closed as the ghost got sucked inside and after the trap doors closed it began to sizzle with smoke and the red indicator light began to blink. Ray picked up the trap and held it up by its cord and he turned to Peter who just deactivated his pack. "You really just gave a ghost the finger?" he asked surprised.
"Seemed like a good idea at the time," Peter replied as he shrugged and gave Ray a wink. "Let's go get that burger, you've earned it."
