Order of Morganians - Location: Unknown
The All-Seer sat at his desk in his office as he watched the news report on his television, a sour look on his face hidden beneath his hood.
"In just a matter of days," the news anchor said, "the Ghostbusters have proven to be the real deal and a true benefactor to the city. Their start of operations is one of the first of many attempts at expansion by the original Ghostbusters who returned to their business of catching ghosts just last year. The story of how the Ghostbusters officially returned to action is one they still have not shared with us, along with the mystery of what happened to their fellow comrade, Egon Spengler."
The All-Seer switched off the television as a hooded member entered the office.
"Are you aware that the activities of these Ghostbusters are threatening our objectives?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," the hooded member said.
"After the museum, it's likely that they suspect what's about to transpire. They cannot be allowed to prevent the arrival of our Mistress."
"So what do we do?"
"Leave me. I will handle it personally."
The hooded member stood where he was for a moment, then turned and closed the door. The All-Seer stood up from his chair, walked around his desk and knelt in the center of the room. He held his hands together as if in prayer and muttered an incantation.
A cloud began to form on the ceiling of the room. The lights in the office went out, the only source from the cloud itself. There was the sound of thunder. Lightning surged. The wind howled.
There was a blast of light, and when the All-Seer looked up, he saw five spirits floating before him.
"What is the meaning of summoning us here?" demanded John Wilkes Booth.
"Prime Morganians," the All-Seer said, standing up, "the time is almost at hand for our Mistress to return after so many centuries. But a group of individuals called the Ghostbusters stand between us and our objective. I wouldn't be asking for your assistance if I felt it wasn't absolutely necessary. They are capable of eliminating beings of the supernatural with ease."
"You dare ask us to dispose of them for you?" Blackbeard asked, fury building in his voice.
"My disciples are not powerful enough to stop them. But you are. If Morgana is to rise again, they must be removed from the equation, or else our centuries of work will have reaped only failure."
The five Prime Morganians looked at one another.
"Very well," Abigail Williams said. "Have your disciples continue to prepare for our Mistress's return. We shall handle these 'Ghostbusters' personally."
"Morgana will speak highly of you when she learns of your actions."