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Oct. 1st, 2008 10:04 amWednesday, October 1, 2008
14 North Moore Street
Manhattan
Early Morning
Janine Melnitz had always prided herself on getting to work early in the day, even when traffic was out of hand and the subways were misbehaving. Bonus points accrued if she managed to reach the Firehouse before the guys were awake. She kept track of how many in the back of her mind; when she reached a thousand points, she felt she was entitled to a little extra snippiness towards Dr. Venkman. Not that she ever needed an excuse, but it gave her a feeling of righteous justification.
She eased the Firehouse door open and poked her head in. "Hey, Ecto," she called, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are the guys up yet?"
"Hi, Aunt Janine," the car answered, equally quietly. "They're all still asleep."
"I hope you realize that I plan on eviscerating you all the first chance I get," interjected a helium-squeaky voice from across the room.
"Mr. Peck's awake, though," said Ecto with a sigh.
"Oh, yeah, big surprise, like he's got eyelids." Janine shook her head and headed for her desk. "You better watch your mouth, Walter. I don't have to give you those tubifex worms you like so much."
"The mere fact that I even have to admit to a fondness for those things is humiliation enough to fuel a lifetime's worth of infinitely worse plans," the betta in the five-gallon tank on her desk answered. "Never bring them up again."
Janine rolled her eyes. "That's what you said last week. Why did you even bother learning to talk again if you're just gonna repeat yourself?"
"Vile wench," muttered the fish, but he went silent.
"That's better," said Janine, and tapped the morning's fish food flakes into the former EPA bureaucrat's bowl. "Okay, now, let's see what we-"
The phone rang.
Normally, early morning phone calls were fairly rare at Ghostbusters HQ. The majority of cases could wait, especially since there were multiple units operating in the five borough area now. This was, however, October. All bets were off. Janine reached for the phone. "Ghostbusters, Manhattan South," she said. "What've we got today?"
She didn't speak again for a while. When she did, she stabbed the Hold button on her phone with astonishing force and stood up. "Ecto?" she said.
The car made an inquisitive beep? sound; she'd been immersed in a data feed from London.
"Get your dad. Right now. It's Mike. And he's gone sane."
14 North Moore Street
Manhattan
Early Morning
Janine Melnitz had always prided herself on getting to work early in the day, even when traffic was out of hand and the subways were misbehaving. Bonus points accrued if she managed to reach the Firehouse before the guys were awake. She kept track of how many in the back of her mind; when she reached a thousand points, she felt she was entitled to a little extra snippiness towards Dr. Venkman. Not that she ever needed an excuse, but it gave her a feeling of righteous justification.
She eased the Firehouse door open and poked her head in. "Hey, Ecto," she called, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are the guys up yet?"
"Hi, Aunt Janine," the car answered, equally quietly. "They're all still asleep."
"I hope you realize that I plan on eviscerating you all the first chance I get," interjected a helium-squeaky voice from across the room.
"Mr. Peck's awake, though," said Ecto with a sigh.
"Oh, yeah, big surprise, like he's got eyelids." Janine shook her head and headed for her desk. "You better watch your mouth, Walter. I don't have to give you those tubifex worms you like so much."
"The mere fact that I even have to admit to a fondness for those things is humiliation enough to fuel a lifetime's worth of infinitely worse plans," the betta in the five-gallon tank on her desk answered. "Never bring them up again."
Janine rolled her eyes. "That's what you said last week. Why did you even bother learning to talk again if you're just gonna repeat yourself?"
"Vile wench," muttered the fish, but he went silent.
"That's better," said Janine, and tapped the morning's fish food flakes into the former EPA bureaucrat's bowl. "Okay, now, let's see what we-"
The phone rang.
Normally, early morning phone calls were fairly rare at Ghostbusters HQ. The majority of cases could wait, especially since there were multiple units operating in the five borough area now. This was, however, October. All bets were off. Janine reached for the phone. "Ghostbusters, Manhattan South," she said. "What've we got today?"
She didn't speak again for a while. When she did, she stabbed the Hold button on her phone with astonishing force and stood up. "Ecto?" she said.
The car made an inquisitive beep? sound; she'd been immersed in a data feed from London.
"Get your dad. Right now. It's Mike. And he's gone sane."
