Ecto-1 drove down the street towards the firehouse. Inside the car, everyone was quiet. Egon was compiling the data he'd taken, Eduardo was looking out the window, and Kylie was fiddling with the radio.
"Hey," Eduardo said suddenly. "What's up with the lights?"
Roland pulled up to the firehouse and hit the door opener. Nothing happened.
"It can't be the power," he said. "Everyone else's lights are on."
Egon looked up, frowning. "This is highly unusual. Janine should have had the problem fixed by now." Roland looked at Kylie, then got out of the car. Garrett rolled out the back and pulled on his pack. Eduardo looked at them.
"What's going on?" he asked, getting out of the car. Egon walked over to Kylie, who was fiddling with a PKE meter.
"There's residual PK in the firehouse," she said. "And it's not Slimer's."
The four switched on their packs and walked towards the firehouse. Roland and Eduardo opened the door. Egon followed them in, looking around the firehouse.
"Can you see anything?" Kylie asked. Garrett shook his head.
"It's too dark to see any...hey, what the...?"
Kylie switched on her flashlight. "It's a trap."
"What's it doing out here?" Roland asked. Kylie swung the light slowly around the firehouse. The five stood there stunned as part of the damage was shown.
"What the hell happened here?" Garrett asked quietly .
"Roland, Eduardo, you two go downstairs and fix the lights," Egon said. "Kylie, Garrett, help me look for Janine."
The Ghostbusters ran off in different directions. Egon picked his way through the rubble, his heart pounding. He knew he shouldn't have left her here tonight. He just had a feeling. Now she'd disappeared and it was his fault. If he'd been here, maybe he could have done something. A cry of relief flew down the stairs, and the two Ghostbusters aimed their weapons at the sound. The little ghost screamed.
"Slimer!" Garrett yelled. "Don't do that!"
"Where's Janine?" Kylie asked.
"Don't know, don't know," the little green ghost said. "Went upstairs to find gun. No gun. Doors open, windows open, loud yell, Slimer run, Janine run."
The light came on and everyone blinked. Then Kylie gasped. Egon turned to where she was looking. The lockers were tossed around like they were made of cardboard. Traps and equipment were scattered all over the floor. In the middle of the mess, lay Janine. Her clothes were torn, she was bloodied and bruised, and cut. Her leg was sticking out in an unnatural direction. A proton pack lay just out of her reach.
Egon rushed over to her and started pulling objects off of her.
"Don't move her," Kylie said, rushing to his side. "She may have back injuries."
Garrett found the phone and dialed 911. Roland and Eduardo walked up the stairs to see the mess. Then, they saw Egon and Kylie with Janine. The two rushed over and started pulling lockers and equipment out of the way. Egon just knelt there, his hand on her head. "She's still alive," Kylie said.
Garrett handed her a blanket. "An ambulance is on the way."
Kylie covered up the battered receptionist.
"Who the hell could have done this?" Roland asked.
"No gang could have done this much damage." Eduardo added.
Kylie stood up. "I'll call her parents," she said. Egon nodded, not taking his eyes from Janine.
"Please. Call Peter, Ray, and Winston. Tell them to meet us at the hospital. They should be there too."
Kylie looked at him, then at the others and nodded. "Okay."
The paramedics arrived, carrying a stretcher. Roland pulled Egon out of the way, while they loaded her onto the stretcher. One of the paramedics looked at Egon.
"You gonna ride with her?" he asked. Egon looked over at the kids.
"Go ahead," Roland said. "We'll meet you there."
He nodded, and followed the paramedics out the door.