Raymond Stantz

Staggering back from the edge of the roof, nerves jangling with adrenaline and shock, Ray clapped his free hand over the ear with the headset in it. "The major threats have been neutralized groundside, but the minor threats've multiplied. Adjust the proton thrower to a frequency of seventy-five thousand, wide dispersal, and fire full stream on anything airborne that isn't verifiably solid. And scan for anything that is solid- we need to know about it before anyone takes any steps towards it one way or another."

The air below, it so happens, is chock full of remarkably less-than-solid targets.