Poughkeepsie Attacks!!!: Team Big Blue

[gone_byebye]

The IBM Supercomputer Benchmarking Plant in Poughkeepsie lies at the center of an enormous corporate campus on the northern side of town. As far as Ray can tell, that's where the really hairy readings were coming from, although he could of course be wrong.

He's about to find out. Ecto pulls to a stop just outside the main entrance to the IBM property. "Are we good?" Ray asks.

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[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew's grinning.*

And that, gentlemen and ladies, is how we do that.

*He raises his voice a little and addresses the nearest of Peck's people, who by now are staring rather pop-eyed.*

And guys? When your boss gets turned into a fish, I think that means you can go home now.

[basic_powers]

Tyler approaches the bowl, tapping the side of the glass lightly.

""Mr. Walter Peck? As the Representative of ps238, and one of Ecto's friends, I would like to heatily welcome you to the rest of your life as an ornamental fish. You deserve much worse, jerkface."

There may be some truly grosteque face-making at this point, before turning to stand next to andrew and add. "Unless they'd like to participate in a superhero training program. I've still got 7 tazer shots left."

[gone_byebye]

The fish does this. It's hard to give a kid the finger when you haven't got fingers any more.

"I wouldn't worry too much, Andrew," says Ray, who's still standing up on the flatbed next to the fake Ark. "The cavalry's arrived."

And sure enough, it has. Those sirens in the distance are here, at every street and path and aperture leading to the park, and men with guns and uniforms- decent uniforms- are pouring out of cars and vans in every color, shape, and size. One such van discharges an apparently unarmed, un-uniformed man instead... "Yo, Ray!" shouts Peter Venkman, clambering up onto the van roof. "I brought the state troopers!"

"FBI over here," calls Winston, surrounded by angry-looking men in suits.

"And the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms wants to ask some of these gentlemen a few questions, too," says Egon from a third pathway, pushing his glasses up his nose.

Ray smiles and looks to the others. "I think," he says, "that we'll let these guys take it from here. Come on. Let's get you back to the Bar. I'll be there as soon as I've introduced Mr. Peck to our Federal friends."

And that, as they say, is that.