Running Out Of Time
Chapter 22
Needed Info: Step Two
10:12 PM
Dan walked into what was courthouse square. Looking around him, the square looked nothing like he remembered. Toxic refinery plants lined the streets, as well as bikers on Harley's. Smokestacks filled the skyline, as well as an extremely huge Las Vegas-style hotel-casino where the courthouse used to stand. Dan looked up, and read the sign.
Dan: Biff's Pleasure Paradise? Dang, this story gets screwier every other scene.
Dan stood on the sidewalk for some time, looking at the picture of Biff lighting a cigar with a hundred dollar bill. He had the urge to take his thrower off the hook, and blast that sign. He had to resist, because the last thing he needed was to get arrested before he was able to complete the mission.
Dan crossed the streets, and made his way to the front doors. He was about to make his way in, when two security guards stepped in front of his way...
Guard 1: Excuse me, sir. I need to see your I.D.
Dan: I.D? Excuse me, but I'm here on official business, so if you don't mind, I'd like to get through.
Guard 2: Sorry, pal. No I.D, No paradise.
Dan pulled out his Ghostbusters I.D. badge, and flashed it in front of the guards' faces, as he yelled...
Dan: Damnit, you two, I'm with the Ghostbusters, and Mr. Tannen himself requested to see me! What is it with you? Are you that incompetent?
Guard 2: Well, uh...
Dan: Don't you follow directions?!
Guard 1: ::stuttering: W-Well, uh... the thing is...
Dan: You know what, when I get in there, I'm going to report you two, and tell him that he's got nothin' but a bunch of low-down, dirty screwballs that are taking their power too far! ::takes guards' I.D. tags:: Next time, you better learn to give the guests more respect, because when Mr. Tannen finds out why his business is getting slow, he's going to trace it back to you! Take my advice while you're ahead!
Dan walked passed the two bewildered guards, and walked into the casino.
Dan: I can't believe that actually worked. Axel Foley, eat your heart out.
He walked through the main lobby, as he tried to locate the main elevator. A girl in a gimpy costume was handing out flyers to the guests as she stood in the main entryway. She handed one to Dan. He grabbed it as he walked passed, and threw it in his pocket...
Dan: Thanks.
He found the main elevators, and began walking through the lines of slot machines to get to them, when he saw Biff walking around. He panicked, and ducked behind the machines. Trying to act natural, he turned his back to Biff, and started to walk the other direction. He was able to get to the back service hallway. He saw a kid no more than 17 rolling a large cart with dirty dishes walk out of a service elevator.
He waited for the kid to become out of sight, then bolted for the elevator. He got in before the door closed. He figured if Biff resided in the building, he was most likely on the top floor. He hit the upper most floor, and waited. He pulled out his radio, and began to speak...
Dan: Doc, come in.
After a moment of static, Doc come over the radio...
Doc: Doc here. Go ahead.
Dan: Doc, I'm in the service elevator, heading for the penthouse floor.
Doc: Any sign of Biff?
Dan: Yeah, I saw him on the main floor walking around. I had to abort using the main elevators because I was afraid he was going to see me.
Doc: Good. I have to warn you though, once he gives you the information, he might not let you leave alive. I'm very sure he was expecting us, so he might try to kill us to prevent interfering with is future. Once he gives you the date, get out of there by any means possible.
Dan: Right, I'll keep that in mind.
Doc: Remember to meet me at Oak Park Cemetery when you get out.
Dan: Right. Shannon out.
Dan put the radio back in his pocket, as the door opened on the 27th floor. He looked out both sides of the elevator door, and walked out when the coast was clear. He walked down the hallway, and turned the corner to where the wall of main elevators stood. He was about to walk passed them, when he heard one of the alarms ring on the elevators that indicated what someone was coming up.
Panicked, Dan looked for a place to hide. He went back around the corner he came around, and peered around the side. He saw Biff and the two security guards walk out of the elevator. Dan took another look, and saw that Biff was pissed. He heard there conversation down the hall...
Biff: I can't believe you two! I can't believe I hired two buttheads like you!
Guard 1: Look, we're truly sorry, Mr. Tannen, it's just that...
Biff: I should have the both of you canned! Get your security team together, get your thumbs out of you asses, and look for him, or I'll cram those pink slips so far up your noses, everything you see will have a pink tint! NOW GET!
Both guards jumped, and ran back to the elevator as Biff walked into his penthouse room. Dan shook his head, as he spoke to himself...
Dan: I'm not sure all the positively charged mood slime in the world could cure that attitude problem. Oh well.
Dan took another check around the corner to see if no one was there. He came back around the corner, and walked to the room Biff walked into. He opened the door, and walked in slowly. He didn't see anyone. He walked down the stairs, while carefully looking around so there was no way he could be caught off guard.
He heard rustling around in the master bedroom, which was next to the main office. He walked slowly into the room, and saw Biff with his back turned, pouring himself a drink. Dan slammed the door, and Biff turned to look at Dan in a startled fashion...
Biff: Who the hell are you?!
Dan: Just call me an, "Interested Investor."
Biff started for the nightstand to hit the security alarm control, when Dan took his thrower off his pack, and turned it on. Biff, a little spooked from the sound, turned and faced Dan.
Biff: What the hell do you want?
Dan: Call it a little matter of your past. A book by the name of Gray's Sports Almanac.
***
Biff threw the doors to his office open while holding the drink in his hand.
Biff: Tell me what you know about the book.
Dan: Well, I'd like to know when you got it, where you got it, the whole nine yards.
Biff walked behind his desk...
Biff: Ok. Have a seat.
Dan still stood.
Biff: Sit down!
Dan: I prefer to stand, numbnuts!
Biff: Fine! Stand! It won't make any difference.
Biff opened the painting that was behind his chair like a door, revealing a safe. He put in the combo. As he did, he spoke.
Biff: Well, it started on November 12, 1955. I had just picked up my car after a minor accident I had a few days earlier. It was then this old geezer showed up.
He opened the safe, and pulled out a safe-deposit box. He turned around, and set the box on the desk, as he looked at Dan.
Biff: He told me he was a relative of mine. I never saw him before in my life. He asked me, "How would you like to be rich?" I said, "Sure."
Biff stuck a key in the lock-box, and opened it, revealing the half-burnt sport stat book.
Biff: It was then he laid this book on me. After that, he disappeared. Never saw him again.
He locked the box again, and shoved it back in the safe. He turned back around, and sat down in his chair, as he continued...
Biff: That same night, I went to this dance at school, and I took the book with me. I ran into a couple of problems with this kid by the name of Calvin Kline. He took the book from me, and attempted a couple more times before he was able to completely get ahold of it.
Dan thought this was what Doc must have been talking about. He crossed his arms, and nodded his head.
Biff: I don't know what the hell it was, but some damned thing picked up Kline, and he disappeared with the book, when I had another accident with my car. As I walked back into town, this other guy stops me in the middle of the storm, and tells me where the book was taken to. He gave me a couple of warnings before I went back to get the book. He told me that one day, this guy known as a Ghostbuster was going to show up asking about that book. When he did...
Biff reached behind him, pulled out a 9mm Beretta, and pulled back on the hammer. A menacing smile came across his face, as Dan's eyes grew wide...
Biff: I guess it's going to be pretty damn funny when your partners bust your ghost.
It was then Dan pointed out the window, and screamed...
Dan: LOOK! A FLYING DELOREAN!
Biff turned to the window, as Dan drew his thrower, and fired a stream at Biff. Biff ducked as the beam of protons severed the back of his chair in half. Biff looked back up as Dan ran out of the door. He stood up, and started firing multiple shots at Dan...
Biff: I'm gonna kill you, you bastard!
Dan jumped over the couch. He fired another stream, as Biff ducked under the desk. Biff sprang up, and slammed down on his security alarm on his desk. Dan run up the stairs, and out the doors while Biff kept pumping shells into the chamber. He heard the elevator alarm ring, and the two guards from downstairs came out.
Guard 1: Hey! That's the guy that took our I.D. tags!
Guard 2: And almost got us canned, too!
Dan: Oh, shit!
The guards took out their pistols, and started firing their guns as Dan ran down the hall. Dan fired a stream behind him, making the guards take cover. Biff came out of his room, saw the walls on fire, and the guards on the ground. Biff looked to the guards...
Biff: I'll take this one. You back me up!
Guard 2: Right, Mr. Tannen!
Dan came around the corner, but ended up in a dead end. He turned to the empty room that was to his left, and tried to open the door, but it was locked. He took this thrower, and blasted the door knob and the dead-bolt off. He kicked in the door, ran into the room, and ran to the balcony.
Dan: Man, this couldn't get any worse, could it?
He heard a gun cock behind him.
Dan: It just got worse.
Biff: Go ahead. I dare you to do it!
Dan turned around to find Biff pointing the gun directly at his head.
Biff: You comment suicide, I don't have to clean anything up!
Dan: If I don't?
Biff: Lets just say you can use your fingers as pencils instead!
Dan looked over the edge, then back at Biff...
Biff: So what's it going to be kid? Body bag on ground level, or on the 27th floor?!
Dan stepped up on the ledge, then dropped over the other side. Biff stood in shock for a moment, then walked to the balcony edge. The two guards walked up from behind as well, for they wanted to see the severity of the death...
Biff: Butthead.
Right before Biff even got to the divisionary to the deck, Dan rose up, for his Proton/Electron Propulsion was on, and his wings were extended. Biff and the guards stood in disbelief...
Biff: What the hell?!
Dan took his thrower, and charged it up. Right before they could do anything else, Dan yelled out...
Dan: I choose neither, dickhead!
He fired his beam. It struck Biff, and sent him flying into the guards behind him, then they all flew into a wall. All three men were out cold.
Dan: There's always a third option.
Dan flew off towards Oak Park Cemetery to rendezvous with the Doc.
Chapter 22
Needed Info: Step Two
10:12 PM
Dan walked into what was courthouse square. Looking around him, the square looked nothing like he remembered. Toxic refinery plants lined the streets, as well as bikers on Harley's. Smokestacks filled the skyline, as well as an extremely huge Las Vegas-style hotel-casino where the courthouse used to stand. Dan looked up, and read the sign.
Dan: Biff's Pleasure Paradise? Dang, this story gets screwier every other scene.
Dan stood on the sidewalk for some time, looking at the picture of Biff lighting a cigar with a hundred dollar bill. He had the urge to take his thrower off the hook, and blast that sign. He had to resist, because the last thing he needed was to get arrested before he was able to complete the mission.
Dan crossed the streets, and made his way to the front doors. He was about to make his way in, when two security guards stepped in front of his way...
Guard 1: Excuse me, sir. I need to see your I.D.
Dan: I.D? Excuse me, but I'm here on official business, so if you don't mind, I'd like to get through.
Guard 2: Sorry, pal. No I.D, No paradise.
Dan pulled out his Ghostbusters I.D. badge, and flashed it in front of the guards' faces, as he yelled...
Dan: Damnit, you two, I'm with the Ghostbusters, and Mr. Tannen himself requested to see me! What is it with you? Are you that incompetent?
Guard 2: Well, uh...
Dan: Don't you follow directions?!
Guard 1: ::stuttering: W-Well, uh... the thing is...
Dan: You know what, when I get in there, I'm going to report you two, and tell him that he's got nothin' but a bunch of low-down, dirty screwballs that are taking their power too far! ::takes guards' I.D. tags:: Next time, you better learn to give the guests more respect, because when Mr. Tannen finds out why his business is getting slow, he's going to trace it back to you! Take my advice while you're ahead!
Dan walked passed the two bewildered guards, and walked into the casino.
Dan: I can't believe that actually worked. Axel Foley, eat your heart out.
He walked through the main lobby, as he tried to locate the main elevator. A girl in a gimpy costume was handing out flyers to the guests as she stood in the main entryway. She handed one to Dan. He grabbed it as he walked passed, and threw it in his pocket...
Dan: Thanks.
He found the main elevators, and began walking through the lines of slot machines to get to them, when he saw Biff walking around. He panicked, and ducked behind the machines. Trying to act natural, he turned his back to Biff, and started to walk the other direction. He was able to get to the back service hallway. He saw a kid no more than 17 rolling a large cart with dirty dishes walk out of a service elevator.
He waited for the kid to become out of sight, then bolted for the elevator. He got in before the door closed. He figured if Biff resided in the building, he was most likely on the top floor. He hit the upper most floor, and waited. He pulled out his radio, and began to speak...
Dan: Doc, come in.
After a moment of static, Doc come over the radio...
Doc: Doc here. Go ahead.
Dan: Doc, I'm in the service elevator, heading for the penthouse floor.
Doc: Any sign of Biff?
Dan: Yeah, I saw him on the main floor walking around. I had to abort using the main elevators because I was afraid he was going to see me.
Doc: Good. I have to warn you though, once he gives you the information, he might not let you leave alive. I'm very sure he was expecting us, so he might try to kill us to prevent interfering with is future. Once he gives you the date, get out of there by any means possible.
Dan: Right, I'll keep that in mind.
Doc: Remember to meet me at Oak Park Cemetery when you get out.
Dan: Right. Shannon out.
Dan put the radio back in his pocket, as the door opened on the 27th floor. He looked out both sides of the elevator door, and walked out when the coast was clear. He walked down the hallway, and turned the corner to where the wall of main elevators stood. He was about to walk passed them, when he heard one of the alarms ring on the elevators that indicated what someone was coming up.
Panicked, Dan looked for a place to hide. He went back around the corner he came around, and peered around the side. He saw Biff and the two security guards walk out of the elevator. Dan took another look, and saw that Biff was pissed. He heard there conversation down the hall...
Biff: I can't believe you two! I can't believe I hired two buttheads like you!
Guard 1: Look, we're truly sorry, Mr. Tannen, it's just that...
Biff: I should have the both of you canned! Get your security team together, get your thumbs out of you asses, and look for him, or I'll cram those pink slips so far up your noses, everything you see will have a pink tint! NOW GET!
Both guards jumped, and ran back to the elevator as Biff walked into his penthouse room. Dan shook his head, as he spoke to himself...
Dan: I'm not sure all the positively charged mood slime in the world could cure that attitude problem. Oh well.
Dan took another check around the corner to see if no one was there. He came back around the corner, and walked to the room Biff walked into. He opened the door, and walked in slowly. He didn't see anyone. He walked down the stairs, while carefully looking around so there was no way he could be caught off guard.
He heard rustling around in the master bedroom, which was next to the main office. He walked slowly into the room, and saw Biff with his back turned, pouring himself a drink. Dan slammed the door, and Biff turned to look at Dan in a startled fashion...
Biff: Who the hell are you?!
Dan: Just call me an, "Interested Investor."
Biff started for the nightstand to hit the security alarm control, when Dan took his thrower off his pack, and turned it on. Biff, a little spooked from the sound, turned and faced Dan.
Biff: What the hell do you want?
Dan: Call it a little matter of your past. A book by the name of Gray's Sports Almanac.
***
Biff threw the doors to his office open while holding the drink in his hand.
Biff: Tell me what you know about the book.
Dan: Well, I'd like to know when you got it, where you got it, the whole nine yards.
Biff walked behind his desk...
Biff: Ok. Have a seat.
Dan still stood.
Biff: Sit down!
Dan: I prefer to stand, numbnuts!
Biff: Fine! Stand! It won't make any difference.
Biff opened the painting that was behind his chair like a door, revealing a safe. He put in the combo. As he did, he spoke.
Biff: Well, it started on November 12, 1955. I had just picked up my car after a minor accident I had a few days earlier. It was then this old geezer showed up.
He opened the safe, and pulled out a safe-deposit box. He turned around, and set the box on the desk, as he looked at Dan.
Biff: He told me he was a relative of mine. I never saw him before in my life. He asked me, "How would you like to be rich?" I said, "Sure."
Biff stuck a key in the lock-box, and opened it, revealing the half-burnt sport stat book.
Biff: It was then he laid this book on me. After that, he disappeared. Never saw him again.
He locked the box again, and shoved it back in the safe. He turned back around, and sat down in his chair, as he continued...
Biff: That same night, I went to this dance at school, and I took the book with me. I ran into a couple of problems with this kid by the name of Calvin Kline. He took the book from me, and attempted a couple more times before he was able to completely get ahold of it.
Dan thought this was what Doc must have been talking about. He crossed his arms, and nodded his head.
Biff: I don't know what the hell it was, but some damned thing picked up Kline, and he disappeared with the book, when I had another accident with my car. As I walked back into town, this other guy stops me in the middle of the storm, and tells me where the book was taken to. He gave me a couple of warnings before I went back to get the book. He told me that one day, this guy known as a Ghostbuster was going to show up asking about that book. When he did...
Biff reached behind him, pulled out a 9mm Beretta, and pulled back on the hammer. A menacing smile came across his face, as Dan's eyes grew wide...
Biff: I guess it's going to be pretty damn funny when your partners bust your ghost.
It was then Dan pointed out the window, and screamed...
Dan: LOOK! A FLYING DELOREAN!
Biff turned to the window, as Dan drew his thrower, and fired a stream at Biff. Biff ducked as the beam of protons severed the back of his chair in half. Biff looked back up as Dan ran out of the door. He stood up, and started firing multiple shots at Dan...
Biff: I'm gonna kill you, you bastard!
Dan jumped over the couch. He fired another stream, as Biff ducked under the desk. Biff sprang up, and slammed down on his security alarm on his desk. Dan run up the stairs, and out the doors while Biff kept pumping shells into the chamber. He heard the elevator alarm ring, and the two guards from downstairs came out.
Guard 1: Hey! That's the guy that took our I.D. tags!
Guard 2: And almost got us canned, too!
Dan: Oh, shit!
The guards took out their pistols, and started firing their guns as Dan ran down the hall. Dan fired a stream behind him, making the guards take cover. Biff came out of his room, saw the walls on fire, and the guards on the ground. Biff looked to the guards...
Biff: I'll take this one. You back me up!
Guard 2: Right, Mr. Tannen!
Dan came around the corner, but ended up in a dead end. He turned to the empty room that was to his left, and tried to open the door, but it was locked. He took this thrower, and blasted the door knob and the dead-bolt off. He kicked in the door, ran into the room, and ran to the balcony.
Dan: Man, this couldn't get any worse, could it?
He heard a gun cock behind him.
Dan: It just got worse.
Biff: Go ahead. I dare you to do it!
Dan turned around to find Biff pointing the gun directly at his head.
Biff: You comment suicide, I don't have to clean anything up!
Dan: If I don't?
Biff: Lets just say you can use your fingers as pencils instead!
Dan looked over the edge, then back at Biff...
Biff: So what's it going to be kid? Body bag on ground level, or on the 27th floor?!
Dan stepped up on the ledge, then dropped over the other side. Biff stood in shock for a moment, then walked to the balcony edge. The two guards walked up from behind as well, for they wanted to see the severity of the death...
Biff: Butthead.
Right before Biff even got to the divisionary to the deck, Dan rose up, for his Proton/Electron Propulsion was on, and his wings were extended. Biff and the guards stood in disbelief...
Biff: What the hell?!
Dan took his thrower, and charged it up. Right before they could do anything else, Dan yelled out...
Dan: I choose neither, dickhead!
He fired his beam. It struck Biff, and sent him flying into the guards behind him, then they all flew into a wall. All three men were out cold.
Dan: There's always a third option.
Dan flew off towards Oak Park Cemetery to rendezvous with the Doc.
