Holtzmann stepped down the steps and held on tightly to her proton back, at the back of her head she as rather excited to test out the modifications she had made to the gun, she hoped it would make a clean shot and then she could get their money reinstated and everything would be okay. She knew she was being incredibly optimistic but at least she wasn't being overly pessimist much to the point she didn't believe on of her best friends. She was still so angry at them, how dare they think she was making it up. They made her feel small, like how she had felt her entire life before she had found Abby. She could almost forgive Erin and Patty for not believing her- they didn't know her as well. But Abby, Abby knew how much all this meant to her, she would never lie about any of this.
Hotzmann began to walk back to the dump. Her ears were standing up, listening out for the ghost. She walked fast, like a cat sneaking up on its prey. Determination covered her face. She arrived at the dump and scoured the area, sure enough the ghost was there waiting for her. but she was ready for him this time.
"I am going to totally box you this time," Hotlz shouted. The ghost said her and made a beeline. Holtz hit the button on the side of her arm to release the 'ghost box' as it had been aptly named. Holtz looked through the new aim view finder she had fashioned from an old camera, she thought that with better aim came less mess. She aimed for the centre of the ghost and fired.
Now, Holtzmann was very clever but she needed to test things out before her machinery was perfect. Hotlzmann hadn't been able to test this out. The calibration was out, she misfired completely and ended up blowing up and entire pile of garbage. The new boosters she had added to make the proton stream stronger caused the explosion to shoot up fifty feet above her head. The discarded car part, Chinese takeout boxes and odd socks began to shower over New York.
"Shit..." Holtz whispered. Holtzmann began to scour for the ghost- hoping she would be able to use her untampered with side arms to get it but she couldn't see through the midst of rubbish she had created.
Suddenly Holtz heard footsteps around her, she could just make out the sea of black that had arrived at the firehouse that fatal day. Holtzmann knew she was beaten. She put away her sidearms and held on tight to her useless proton gun.
"Put the gun down and you won't get hurt," said a lone voice. Holtz recognised it as the man who had taken her originally, the one who had tried to feel her up.
"It doesn't even work anymore," she yelled back. The second she said it she knew it was a mistake. She was pushed down to the ground. Her face rubbing on the tarmac below. She yelled at him to stop, she was disarmed. He then crunched his boot into the small of her back. She couldn't move, she just lay there and whimpered.
"What even is this?" One of them said as he fiddled with the proton gun, it was then Holtz realised she had forgot to turn on the safety guard and it was still a prototype...she hadn't put in the technicality that only makes it harmful to ghosts yet.
"Wait-" she started, but it was too late. A proton stream flooded out of the gun and hit a fellow black clad man. He crumbled to the floor and began to shake uncontrollably.
"What have you done you bitch!" someone yelled her in the face before punching her square in the nose. Blood began to pool as another fist came down on her, soon she couldn't tell if it was her screams or the man who had just been hit by a proton streams. After the attack had subsided she was yanked to her feet and put over someone's shoulder. She couldn't even struggle, she was too weak. She saw herself being carried too an unmarked black van- but she couldn't save herself. Tears began to fall down her face as they flung her in the back and locked the door.