It only took a couple of seconds for Fletcher to realize that Murphy had not been joking when she said that her company hunted ghosts. There was no way the terms poltergeist or ectoplasm were being used as euphemisms, they were far too specific for that. Fletcher nodded in silence as Murphy carried on, even as a myriad of thoughts went through his head. Ghosts weren't real, that was what he believed, and ghostbusting was either a fictional career, or one chosen by budding scam artists. Part of him wanted to just up and leave, but another part of him compelled him to stay, for no reason other than that he was already in too deep by this point.

Still, even though he held on to his skepticism of the paranormal, he had to admit that he had experienced some rather eerie phenomena during his time in the army. Be it lockers making noises in the dead of night, or just a general feeling of unease when conducting night patrols, there were times when he found himself having to tell himself, over and over again, that ghosts did not exist, and he had no reason to feel afraid. It was all in the mind, he had told himself, or were natural phenomena that were being misinterpreted by his sleep-deprived mind.

He was brought out of his own world by Murphy's question. "Yes," He replied and cocked his head slightly. He thought that it was common knowledge that all Singaporeans went through the army and thus, by default, most would have at least fired a rifle once. "The SAR-21 and GPMG. I didn't get a chance to use the SAW or grenade launcher. I fired the P226 on my own time at the Sembawang Gun Club. Why?"