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Fortunately for Peter, when his eyes finally managed to open the next morning his wish had been granted and his headache was gone entirely. He reveled in the feeling for a little while then turned his head to look around the bunkroom. The others were already up, unsurprisingly, although it was only nine o'clock in the morning. "Figures," he sighed. "It's still early and I'm wide awake."

Finally, the sound of voices coming from the direction of the lab reached his ears, and amongst them he recognized the light laugh of Doctor Sabrina Marconi. He smiled and proceeded to rise and shine.

She was definitely his favorite of the E-Branch team, totally apart from the fact that she was a woman - and a good looking one at that. He didn't normally warm up so quickly to another member of his chosen vocation. He found that other psychologists constantly appeared to be psychoanalyzing everyone they came across, whether they really were or not. And most of them in his experience were.

Sabrina was different. She was reading him, that much he knew, but it honestly felt like she was doing it to get to know him better. Maybe it had something to do with the main aspect of what they both did for a living that made them so different. It seemed like they both tended to use their "people skills" to help their friends deal with totally out of the ordinary things that most people never even had nightmares about in their lifetimes, but of course they dealt with on a regular basis. It was a common ground he wasn't used to having, but found he liked.

He contemplated that all through his quick shower and shave, throwing on a pair of jeans and a green T-shirt before he joined everyone in the lab. It appeared not everyone had arrived yet, or someone had left temporarily. Only Sabrina and Lau were in the other major room on the third floor, along with Ray and Winston.

"Oh, look. Someone decided to rejoin the world of the living," Lau quipped with a smirk.

"Are you sure you're not a stand-up comedian? Oh, wait. You'd have to be funny." Peter rolled his eyes and headed for the beat up old couch. "So where are Spengs and Dillinger?"

"Picking up a part so we can develop the aura photography shots we took of the manifestation yesterday," Ray explained. "Well, the area where it happened at any rate."

"Hey, we got the shots right before everything hit the fan, and even a couple during the beginning, so Egon says," Winston said encouragingly.

"Is the headache gone?" Sabrina asked Peter as she stepped over to where the brown-haired man had flopped onto the sofa.

He smiled at her. "Yeah, it is. Good night's rest must have done the trick."

"You know, I almost couldn't tell when you walked in here. Then I realized that Lau deserved that slam like anything, and I was jealous that you'd gotten to say it and not me."

"Like you don't get numerous chances at that every day," the Chinese man said with a roll of his eyes as Peter laughed.

"So what happened to that patch you were wearing yesterday?" the male psychologist asked the woman standing next to him.

"The people at HQ looked at it and took care of the scrape. Now it's just a little red and raw. Lau's happier, at any rate." She glared at him. "Unsightly," she scoffed.

"Well, it was. And so was the wrist brace." She stuck her tongue out at him.

Just then the doors to the lab opened and Egon and Dillinger came in, the former carrying a small paper bag. "Ah, good, you're up, Peter," Egon said, a twinkle in his eyes.

"Don't bother, Egon. Lau beat you to the slam. He needs to work on his delivery." Peter smiled wickedly. "Although apparently you're doing that today. What's in the bag? The miracle picture maker?"

"No, I installed that before we returned to the third floor. These are a few extra parts we needed for the seismic dimensionograph." He handed the receipt to Peter, anticipation in his expression.

He wasn't disappointed. "Three hundred and what?! Just where do you think we're getting the money for this, Spengs? It's been slow around here, remember? A time when all good little mad scientists stick to their budgets and keep their bookkeepers sane."

Dillinger was fighting a grin. "Take a look at the bottom of that before you completely blow a gasket, Venkman."

"What?" Peter's green eyes fell to the bottom of the document and widened. "Hey, why is this signed James Dillinger? You bought these for E-Branch?"

"Are you sure you're awake, Peter? You're usually quicker than this." The physicist was enjoying himself hugely.

"He hasn't had his coffee yet," Ray said sagely.

"That explains it."

"Are you trying to tell me he bought it for you?"

"Ah, he can be taught. I told you, Raymond, time and patience would be all we needed."

"Take notes, Dillinger. We are in the presence of professionals," Sabrina said to the tall, trenchcoat-wearing man.

"I can see that." He ran his hand over his dark brown, almost black hair, cut short in a tight, military style.

"All right, all right, folks," Lau said, calling the meeting to order. "We have more important things to do here."

"What did you guys manage to find out about our suspect?" Winston asked as he sat down on one of the metal stools in the room.

"From his records his name was Brian Alexander, and he was a CIA agent before Spiritech recruited him," Lau explained. "He was a sharp shooter, nowhere near Dillinger's league, but one of the better ones we had. I suppose that gives him lots of reasons to hold a grudge against us, and Dillinger in particular."

"I'd think so," Peter mused. "But something doesn't quite ring true with that."

"What are you thinking?" Sabrina asked curiously.

"We don't know what kind of briefing Alexander had before he was sent out, but we can't assume he knew he would be going up against Dillinger. And depending on the timing, he might have left before E-Branch was formed. There's still the whole being murdered thing to contend with, and it's still a strong possibility, but I just get a feeling against it." Peter's brows were creased together in thought.

Sabrina dug into a bag she had obviously brought along with her and pulled out a manilla envelope. "His profile," she said shortly as she handed it to Peter. His eyes widened as he took the offered envelope, taking out the contents and beginning to look through the papers.

"What in the world are you doing, Marconi?" Lau asked sharply through clenched teeth.

She raised her eyebrows. "They have clearance. I double checked while I was waiting for the doctors last night. Peter's a psychologist. He'll be better equipped to handle the situation if he knows the background of our suspects."

"Why didn't you clear this with me?"

Now her sapphire blues narrowed. "You were already ready to gag me this morning as of last night. I was supposed to think you'd let me give them any more information? So I talked to Colonel Taylor, and he agreed with me that this was a need to know situation, and they need to know. Come on, Lau. How can they do their jobs if they're relying on us to spoon-feed them information? What happens if something happens to us?"

"Why were you so reluctant to talk yesterday?" the commander asked, obviously not quite ready to give it up yet, although he was beginning to yield.

"Damn it, I nearly died that night! I watched those bastards kill my commander! That's not exactly one of the best memories I could come up with to recall for the world to see, on top of the fact that it was a failed mission. The reluctance was personal, not anything to do with whether I thought the Ghostbusters should know it or not." She pursed her lips and crossed her arms over her chest, a bright flush in the olive toned skin.

"Fine," Lau snapped. "But next time try me first. I might surprise you."

"Back to the subject at hand," Dillinger said smoothly. "Basically, we found out he was a common thug who may or may not have known who he was going up against. I'm sure he wasn't happy about dying, especially the way he did. Is that enough for this?"

"It could be," Egon said, seeing as Peter had gone back to the papers as soon as the argument ended. "Certainly it's enough for him to come back as a ghost, whether or not he's behind these manifestations. I still lean in that direction, however. It seems the most likely."

"Then how about we run with that until something tells us different? What's next?"

"What kind of results did you come up with when you studied the readings we collected yesterday?" Lau asked, his composure back in place.

"There's a definite Class Four entity involved, but the readings were more like echoes," Ray said seriously. "That suggests something's partially shielding them."

"Making correlations to previous cases where this kind of phenomena has taken place, we discovered a very faint Class Seven signature, unrelated to any we have on file. There's something very powerful behind it all, so we must be careful."

Ray nodded. "I've been doing some research in Tobin's Spirit Guide and a few other books for demons that have that kind of ability. I'm just about finished with a list we can work with."

"If it decides to make an appearance that's what these are for," Dillinger said, shifting his coat back to reveal the walking arsenal he was. "I've taken care of things like that before. This won't be any different."

"You can't kill a demon," Ray protested.

"We've done it. Usually takes enough rounds to drop a small country, but they go down."

Egon, Ray, and Winston shared a skeptical look as Peter raised an eyebrow without taking his attention away from the last of the sheets he'd been given. "The only hypothesis I can come up with is that the entities you've encountered were more corporeal than most, and your show of force is merely driving the demons back to their home plane, damaged certainly, but not dead," Egon said thoughtfully. "They would not be able to return easily, and not for quite a long time, but the only way we have found to be certain to eliminate their threat is to incarcerate them in our containment unit."

It was E-Branch's turn to share a skeptical look. "You're sure about this?" Lau asked.

"Absolutely," Egon said.

"They don't die," Dillinger said questioningly, annoyance in his tone.

"I'm afraid not. But like Egon said, they aren't coming back for a good long time. That's something," Ray told the professional killer cheerfully.

"So what does it mean when we can't even affect the thing with everything we have?" Sabrina asked, a nervous expression twisting her features.

"This should be interesting," Peter muttered as he finished looking over the profile.

"That would be bad," Egon said gravely. "That would be very bad."

The brown-haired psychologist leaned over to Sabrina. "He said that about Gozer, just so you know."

She sighed, closing her eyes and shaking her head. "I didn't need to know that. I didn't. I promise I didn't. I swear on my mother's grave I didn't."

"Well, this should be something we can do something about," Ray said encouragingly. "All the readings we have suggest that. We have the destabilizer to handle the Class Seven if we need it, and the Class Four is definitely within our capabilities. The proton packs should be fine for him."

"Can you train me to use one?" Dillinger asked intensely. "I want in on the capture of this guy, since you say I can't kill him again."

Winston shrugged. "We just might need the extra fire power. I'll take care of that while you guys work out a strategy to call this guy out into the open. Come on, Dillinger. You'll probably enjoy this." The tall, pale-skinned man's only response was an evil smile.

"He's been looking for an excuse to learn how to use one of those for years," Lau said with a roll of his eyes once the doors closed behind the pair.

Sabrina laughed. "You know he'll use his knowledge as an excuse to try to get his hands on a particle weapon when we get back. Since he knows how to use one and all."

"Just chalk it up with his other regularly denied requisition requests." Lau looked at the scientists. "Be glad they don't give him everything he asks for."

"What would he ask for that would be that bad?" Ray asked.

"A nuke for starters," Sabrina said with a snicker. "But the real question is how are we going to get this guy to reveal himself? He's been pretty happy hiding in the shadows up to this point."

"Oh, please tell me with bait," Peter said with a wicked gleam in his eye. "We're gonna use bait, right? Because that means Dillinger would be that bait. The ghost wants Dillinger. He doesn't want me. Tell me I'm right."

Sabrina and Lau looked at him strangely while the two Ghostbusters sighed. "It's a possibility, Peter," Egon said resignedly. "And not even a bad idea, although your motives are suspect. We need to look at all of our options before making any final plans."

"Let's chart the pros and cons, everything we got," Lau suggested. "Can we use your chalkboard?"

"Of course." The blond physicist moved over and cleared the black slate. "Why don't we start with Peter's idea and work our way around the room for suggestions? When Winston and Dillinger return they can offer their thoughts as well."

"That works, Egon. Let's do it." Ray grinned and seated himself next to Peter on the couch with an excited bounce.

An hour and a half later brought no clear solution and three separate dashes downstairs to find out why Janine had screamed. Dillinger grinned wickedly each time, claiming his aim was still the best, no matter what weapon he held. Janine always returned with her claim that his manners were still the worst.

As the five of them tried to get back into the swing of things after the latest episode, the phone rang. They shared a universal look of suspicion, and everyone hoped he or she was wrong. When the alarm went off they knew their wishes hadn't been granted.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs they found a smug looking secretary giving a ticked off sniper a triumphant expression, with Winston behind the pair shaking his head in exasperation. "Lovers' tiff?" Peter suggested with a smirk.

"Don't even go there, Venkman," Dillinger snapped.

"What happened?" Sabrina asked, fighting a smile.

"She knew I was right next to the dang bell when she set it off. Was that completely necessary?"

"Oh, yeah," Janine drawled. "Vitally important to my well-being. I feel better at any rate. The next time you want to practice your sharp shooting with a proton pack, take it outside!"

"She's got you there," Lau said as he placed a restraining hand on his subordinate's shoulder. "Don't taunt the people who are supposed to be helping you. Important lesson."

"What have we got, Janine?" Egon asked as the four Ghostbusters pulled on their boots and jumpsuits.

"It's not another explosion, but the police called to report a phantom black van that keeps popping in and out of existence all over around the library. It's caused three different accidents, and they want you to get down there and take care of it." The redhead handed over the worksheet.

Peter snatched it and sighed. "I guess we didn't have as much time as we thought, huh? Let's move. Maybe we'll get some readings that'll give us a better idea of the big guy behind it all."

"We'll follow in our car," Lau declared firmly. "Use the story we came up with yesterday if there are any questions." He walked purposely over to the black convertible and got in the driver's seat. Sabrina and Dillinger quickly followed as the Ghostbusters suited up and got into Ecto-1, both vehicles taking off soon after.

When the seven of them arrived on the scene they immediately understood what the police had meant. A translucent black van suddenly appeared directly in front of the convertible, then disappeared and reappeared halfway down the block. Traffic had been redirected around that block, but from the left-behind wrecks it obviously hadn't been done soon enough.

"The readings are fluctuating to such a degree I can't pinpoint a direction or Class," Egon said shortly, his eyes fixed on the screen of the PKE meter he was making continuous adjustments to as he joined the others gathered on the sidewalk next to the cars.

"It's just as much of a mess with the ecto-scopes, too," Ray said, frustrated. "I've tried adjusting them a few different ways, but it's not helping."

Sabrina's eyes widened and she tilted her head and looked up. "Try in that direction," she said, pointing toward the sky.

Both Ray and Egon did as suggested. "It's a little clearer, but I believe I would have to increase my elevation to receive any tangible results."

"Wow," Ray breathed as he made a minute adjustment to one of the dials on the side of his goggles. "It's still muted, but I think the source is there, at least for now. It looks like it's getting ready to move."

"I think it just dropped off the kiddies," Peter said, his eyes wide as he stared at the library building.

"Looks like study buddies time at the library," Winston concurred. "They're going inside!"

Everyone turned to look at what the two men were talking about, and gasped as they saw an increasing number of wispy shades circling the structure and zipping inside one at a time. Every one that entered was replaced by at least two more. "A party at the library and we weren't even invited. Boy, I know a snub when I see one." Sabrina's tense expression belied the sarcastic words.

"We're going to have to go inside. Something's happening in there," Egon said.

"Then let's do it. When we get in we'll have to split up to cover the place quickly, in case it's just a trick." Lau assessed his companions. "Dillinger, you go with Egon. I'll go with Winston and Ray, and Sabrina's with Peter. Let's move."

They moved as directed, splitting up smoothly into their three groups once they entered the building. "Doctor Stantz, what are you doing here? No one called you," a nervous baritone asked from behind the only trio.

Ray sighed and rolled his eyes before turning around to face the source. "Mister Delacourt, we're just following the trail of a group of ghosts the police asked us to investigate. Please don't slow us down."

"I wasn't told of anything of the sort."

"We weren't expecting them to come inside, Mister Delacourt," Winston chimed in. "But since they're connected to the mysterious explosions that have been going on for the last two months around here, I'd think you'd want us to handle this and fast."

The thin man's eyes bugged out a little at that and he started to shake. "Just... don't wreck anything this time, alright?" He turned and walked quickly away without waiting for a response.

"I was afraid I was going to have to flash my badge at him for a second there," Lau said with a smile. "You guys are smooth."

"Practice," Ray said depreciatingly, grinning. "And years of exposure to Doctor Peter Venkman, of course."

"That'll do it to anyone," Winston agreed.

Lau laughed as the three of them continued on their way, following a set of signals Ray managed to pick up on his meter.

"Are you sure the signal's clear?" Dillinger asked as he and Egon wandered amongst the shelves in the children's section.

"As clear as I can get anything, yes."

"You checked up?"

"Yes." Egon spared a quick look for his companion and took in the coiled spring that was Dillinger at that moment. "We should have plenty of warning before anything occurs," the blond said reassuringly.

"Anything you can detect with the meter," the dark-haired man corrected.

"You do have a point. Do you believe the ghost would recruit living allies to exact its revenge?"

"Anything's possible. And I plan on being ready for anything."

"Do you have your guns with you?"

"Oh, yeah. Never go anywhere without them. And before you ask, specially-lined jacket hides 'em from metal detectors."

The corners of the physicist's mouth twitched upward. "Spy toys?"

That produced a grin on the sniper's face. "Spy toys," he confirmed. A flash out of the corner of his eye captured his attention. "There," he said shortly, gesturing briefly to the right.

Egon aimed the PKE meter in that direction and nodded. "I've got something."

"Let's follow it." The pair did so quickly, leaving the children's area behind in their hunt.

"Lau's being sneaky again," Sabrina said, her eyes narrowed as Peter grabbed his meter from his belt and activated it.

"What do you mean?" the brown-haired man asked as he checked the readings and led them off to the left.

"Something's bugging him, so he paired off the two people who'd be the most likely to be able to tell. Not that we don't make a good team, but he's a putz."

Peter grinned. "I noticed that yesterday and asked him about it. That's probably what did it."

"That and the fact that I drove the point home that you're a psychologist, too. He prefers to deal with his issues after a mission's over. Says it's distracting in the middle." She shook her head in exasperation.

"Kinda sounds like Winston. I bet Dillinger's the same way."

"No, he's not," Sabrina said sadly. "As weird as it sounds, he doesn't usually have issues. He was trained not to."

"What? That's not possible." Peter stopped walking and stared at her.

The black-haired woman stopped two steps later and faced her companion. "In any other case I'd agree with you, Peter. But Dillinger's so-called upbringing did a number on his psyche. I can't go into it here in public, but trust me when I say that he's been trained to just let go of any issues he may possibly have." She gave Peter a small smile tinged with pain. "I've never met a more frustrating man."

He gave her a sympathetic look, having read more in that look than she might have thought. "I'm sure he is. But we better get back to this. Egon will never let me hear the end of it if he thinks I've been sloughing off."

Sabrina's smile grew larger. "Right. Lau would do the same thing." They continued on.

The two psychologists' path led them to an upper floor, causing the female half of the pair to shake her head ruefully. "You know, this figures. This is where the book was. And where I nailed Vega." She chuckled wickedly. "I love knowing I got at least one good shot in on him."

A breeze started to blow down from a vent in the ceiling making the temperature drop suddenly. "I think they need to work on their air conditioning," Peter complained. "It's early fall, not the middle of July."

"No kidding," Sabrina agreed before jumping back from a flash of white light right next to her at about waist level. "What the hell was that?"

"I don't know, but it sure made the meter jump." Peter grabbed the walkie talkie on his belt. "Yo, Spengs, we got a spark in the second floor reference room."

"Are you still getting readings?" the physicist's voice responded.

"Fading."

Sabrina snatched the device away. "Hey, Dillinger, it looked like the effects of a taser. Sound familiar?"

"But it's not supposed to be Vega," her teammate's voice called back. "We were specifically told it probably wasn't Vega." She could practically hear the glare he had to be giving Egon.

"We can't be sure he was alone in here. In fact, he probably wasn't. They somehow knew we were going to be here, so it would only be logical they gave Vega backup. Your man could have been along for that. It wasn't long after he dropped that the shit hit the fan anyway."

Peter grabbed his radio back. "What's next, Egon?"

There was a pause, presumably as Dillinger returned the radio to its rightful owner. "We're tracking down some abnormal readings of our own, but when we're finished we'll meet you there."

"Gotcha, Spengs. See ya... Hold on a sec." The meter Peter held began reacting to something. "We've got some clear Class Four readings, and they're moving. We're going to follow." He looked at Sabrina to double check and she nodded her agreement.

"Understood. Be careful, Peter, Sabrina."

"We heard you, too," Ray's voice chimed in. "Be sure to check in. And like Egon said, be careful."

"I hear you both. We will. Peter out." He replaced the device on his belt and the two of them moved out.

"This is suspicious," Sabrina whispered as they once more wandered through the first floor. "You haven't been able to get a clear reading for two months and suddenly we pick one up distinct enough to follow through a building completely surrounded by ghosts."

"I thought of that, and I'm sure Egon and Ray did, too. Lau and Dillinger seem the types that would pick up on it as well. I'm willing to bet they're all on their way to meet with us as we speak."

"I hope so, because I have a bad feeling about this."

"You, too? Oh, good; I don't feel so alone." He gave her an impish grin that produced one in return.

They were silent for the next five minutes as they followed the muted sounds of the meter. As they started through the horror section, they were accosted by another blast of cold air, making Peter stop in his tracks for a moment. "You okay?" Sabrina asked from behind him. For a moment there was no response, then he nodded briefly and continued on.

The trail began to lead them toward the exit, Peter pausing before every turn, his steps stiff. "Don't worry, Peter," the Italian woman whispered comfortingly. "I'm sure the guys are on the way."

He stopped suddenly and looked over his shoulder at her. She barely kept herself from running into him and somehow managed to retain her balance in the process. "Check those brake lights!" she hissed. She narrowed her eyes at his lack of a response. "Peter? Are you okay?" He merely turned back around and continued on.

Sabrina examined him closely as she followed. From everything she'd experienced, and everything her senses were telling her, only one thing could explain Peter's behavior... They were about to leave the bookshelves and head for the front door when a similar feeling to what she had felt at the firehouse before Slimer made his first appearance washed over her. She looked around desperately for something she could use. She let out a deep breath as her eyes fell on a good possibility, and her hand snapped out and knocked one of the books to the floor. She quickly grabbed one of her business cards and placed it directly beneath the title, then hurried to catch up with Peter, who hadn't even flinched at the noise. They went out the front door, Sabrina's senses still tingling, and then she felt a blow to the head and nothing.

The other two teams met up outside the second floor reference room as Peter and Sabrina reached the horror section. "Did either of you see our two errant psychologists?" Lau asked as the fivesome gathered inside the room and shut the door.

"No, and Peter hasn't checked in to tell us where they're going," Egon said matter-of-factly, only his pale blue eyes revealing the worry he was feeling.

"Well, they are in a library," Ray excused them. "It's supposed to be quiet."

"Where do you think that flash took place?" Lau asked.

"My guess is right about here," Dillinger said, standing exactly where the incident had happened as Egon scanned the room with the PKE meter.

"He's right," the physicist confirmed. "That's where the highest levels of energy are concentrated."

"How did you know?" Ray asked.

"I remembered," was Dillenger's short reply.

"That's right," Winston said. "She said it looked like the flash from a taser. That's where she dropped Vega, huh?" Dillinger nodded.

"What in the world?" Egon muttered, his eyes still on the screen of his meter.

"What is it?" Lau asked sharply.

"Ever since the spirits began surrounding the building there's been a general overlay that dampened all our readings. It's no longer present." The blond's voice and expression were completely serious, his body tense.

"What does that mean?" the Chinese man asked, worry touching the edges of his tone.

"It means we better check what's happening outside," Ray responded quickly, leading the way to the door and the stairs beyond. The others hurried to follow.

Things were as they expected when the group dashed out the front doors and onto the lawn. There was no sign of the mass of swirling spirits or the evil presence above them, and no sign of Sabrina and Peter. "Come in, Peter," Ray called on his radio. "We lost the ghosts. Where are you?" He paused, but there was no response.

"Come on, man, this isn't funny," Winston said into his own device. "Tell us where you are so we can find you." Again, no response.

Lau and Dillinger shared a concerned look as Egon made some hasty adjustments to the PKE meter. It reacted slightly when he walked closer to the entrance. "I've got Peter's biorhythms, but they're muted residuals."

"So he was outside. Since he's not responding and we don't see him, I'm thinking something bad happened. Probably to Sabrina, too, since she wouldn't abandon him." Lau's brows creased in intense thought.

The remaining Ghostbusters looked shocked. "Maybe... maybe they doubled back," Ray suggested desperately. "Let's follow the signal back inside."

Egon led the way, his long-legged stride keeping him in front of the group. "The signature is still muted," he said tersely.

"That's bad, isn't it?" Winston asked nervously.

"How bad is bad?" Dillinger asked coldly.

The blond man hesitated before answering. "I have a theory, but I don't want to say anything until I have more information."

The five of them turned the corner into the shelves that held the library's horror fiction, and Egon nearly tripped over the book on the floor in the middle of the aisle. "What's that?" Ray asked as his friend knelt down to examine it.

"A book, with one of Sabrina's business cards on it beneath the title. Hmm..." Egon brought his hand to his chin in thought as he considered this latest turn of events.

"The Exorcist," Winston read from over the kneeling man's shoulder. "Why would she leave that?"

"It's a clue," Lau said confidently. "She wanted to let us know what was going on, since she knew we were on our way to meet them."

"Okay, so what's she saying?" Dillinger asked.

"The story's about a priest who tries to do an exorcism to get rid of the devil from a young girl," Ray said thoughtfully, his brain obviously working quickly. "Oh, no!" he cried, everything clicking. "Egon, you don't think..."

"Unfortunately, yes," the physicist said darkly, obviously having come to the same conclusion. "This just confirms the muted readings we've been getting."

"Peter's possessed?" Winston asked, his tone that of one who already knows the answer to his own question. "Damn, this just got ten times worse!"

"What surprises me is that Sabrina recognized it without the benefit of a meter," Egon said as he replaced the book and pocketed the card.

Lau and Dillinger had been sharing a horrified look. "Oh, trust me, she'd know," Lau said, disbelief at the turn of events in his voice. "She's a sensitive."

"Out of everybody, I think only Vrice and Cross could match her for that one," Dillinger agreed. "Oh, and Jackson." Lau nodded.

"A sensitive?" Ray repeated, eyes widening in realization. "That explains the readings we got from her right before we met you!"

"We can discuss that later. For now we should get back to your headquarters and do some rethinking. This is going to require a whole new plan." The E-Branch commander led the others to the vehicles waiting on the street outside.