Fiction:"14 N. Moore St. Chapter 2. Ecto Cards" by Tcrain12

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'So there we were in the back of this ally, fighting ourselves. I was blasting Ray and Egon was blasting Winston. It was nuts. Of course we figured out how to beat our bad selves and everything went back to normal. But there for awhile, we couldn't get a break. I mean there was no down time.'

Ray and Winston had walked in to the firehouse and were taking it all in. Pete Venkman's voice echoed through the old building. The two walked up and exchanged grins. Pete was in his old office, temporarily removing the new occupant.

'Dr. Stanz and Mr. Zeddmore, thank you for coming,' a slender young man with blonde hair in a buzz cut met Ray and Winston at the door.

'Guys, hey Pete flew up off the chair and ran over to where the two stood.

'Pete it's good to see you,' Winston stepped forward for the handshake but was quickly embraced by Peter.

'Ray you old hound, how you doing?'

'I'm good Pete. How's everything.'

'It's good; you know you should really start dressing better. It's not like you don't have the money.'

Winston began laughing again.

'Gentlemen, please come in. I would like to fill you in. We have been listening to Dr. Venkman tell old war stories,' The slender young man beckoned the three gentlemen upstairs and directed them to the card table that was in the sitting room. 'My name is Chris Rhodes and I've been with the company for two years now.'

The group continued to round the stairs and finally landed on the second level.

'Are those really ecto cards?' Ray ran over to a near by table that was filled with a number of baseball card looking items.

'Pete, do you remember these?'

'No clue.'

'I can't believe I'm seeing them. I only had blueprints and plans. I couldn't pull it off. Converting the plasma to another product proved impossible.'

'Wait I remember these things. You tried to experiment using some of my old baseball cards. You poured one over Joe DiMaggio and then he haunted the place for a week,' Winston picked one up and flipped it in his hands. 'That's right. You ended up convincing him to follow you to Yankee Stadium,' Ray hadn't stopped grinning since he came in and now seeing one of his failed experiments alive was giving him goose bumps.

'it was the only thing to do. I couldn't have lived with myself if I would've had to use the'I don't want to even think about it. Yankee Stadium was the best place for him.'

'He's still there,' another young looking guy stood leaning against a wall, his Yankee jersey over the top of his jumpsuit. He was dark haired and if Ray were to guess stood 6'6. The guy just oozed confidence and gave off the presence of an athlete.

'The theory behind them was much like the slime blowers that we used on Vigo,' Ray and Winston stood in intense conversation, Peter on the side always coming in and out of the technical stuff. 'Good slime versus bad slime. The cards were good slime. When thrown, they would semi explode releasing the positive slime and giving balance. The entity would drop and the trap would be deployed and bam! We would be done with no damage to the building.' 'Wasn't there a superhero who had something like that?' Chris interjected, a tad little tone tied into his words, but not enough to sting.

Ray began to explain the origin of his idea but then trailed off. It ended up coming out as, 'I was tired of getting sued for property damage. Man, I can't believe these are the real thing. Ah, what else do you got 'Quentin,' the tall dark haired athlete stepped forward extending his hand.

'Quentin, it's a pleasure. What else you got?'

Ray put his arm around Quentin and the two walked over into another corner and Chris stepped forward.

'As Quentin brings Dr. Stanz up to speed on equipment, I would like to introduce myself and the rest of the people in the organization.'

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