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The ground beneath Times Square begins to rumble.
“Oh, no,” gasps Erin. “Not again.”
“We’ve dealt with it before, we can do it again,” says Abby. She unshoulders her Ghost-Sucker and widens her stance.
“It could just be the LIRR,” Patty says hopefully. “That sucker is rickety as hell.”
The ground begins to splinter, green glow spiderwebbing the asphalt as pieces of New York flicker into the ether.
“Or not.”
Holtzmann licks her Proton-Taser. “Come on, you specters of the unholy! Ladies: let’s unleash hell!”
A yawning maw screams its way into being.
“I think it’s been unleashed,” says Erin.