You Promised

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Annabelle's pov

Johnny led me around headquarters, showing me everything from the upstairs housing to where they keep captured ghosts. The place was HUGE. At one point we stopped in what Johnny called the armory.

It was a small room stocked mostly with all kinds a guns and ghost traps. One wall was covered completely in knives and swords, Johnny called it Jimmy's wall.

"Now," he said, "All major members of PIE have a main weapon. Johnny Toast has a crossbow, I have a samurai sword, and since Colon and Spooker are interns they just get pistols. You're a full member so take your pick."

I walked around the perimeter of the room, taking it all in. I had almost reached the door again when I spotted a metal baseball bat in the corner. I picked it up carefully and looked at it. It looked like a normal baseball bat except there was a button on the handle, and it was definitely lighter than a normal bat.

Johnny saw that I had it.
"Oh I forgot about that. I made it myself a while back but no one ever used it. None of us really specialize in blunt force weapons."

"I do."
It was true, baseball was the one sport I could play well. I gave the bat a few test swings.
"Why is it so light?"

"I made it from pure silver, with some
iron mixed in at the tip. You wouldn't believe how much old jewelry it took. But silver and iron repel ghosts so it's worth it."

"Cool. What does the button do?"

Ghost pressed it and the bat began to emit small sparks from the tip.
"The handle is wrapped in rubber for insulation. The electricity guarantees that it takes out both ghosts and hostile humans."

I swung it at him jokingly. He ducked and backed up.

"Hey! What was that for?!"

"You said it repelled ghosts."

"Ha ha very funny," he said sarcastically. Just then his phone rang. It filled the room with the theme song to Danny Phantom.

He talked for a bit then hung up.
"We have a job to go to."

Toast's pov

My head was killing me. Now I remember why Sir hid the Whiskey and macaroni from me. I always regretted it the next day. Spooker had put the demon cat on the dashboard and it was just, staring at me.

"So why did Ghost stay behind?"

I groaned.
"He wanted to see if he could figure out how Ms. Annabelle got rid of Maxwell so quickly. He thinks she may be working with him."

"That's ridiculous. She's so nice."

"True. But you know Sir. He doesn't trust anyone. Except me."