Ghost Teller Qtt Novels & Stories

The screen flashed: UNKNOWN CALLER. A year ago, he’d have let it go to voicemail. Now, a deep, primal instinct…the one that had kept him alive in warehouses and dark alleys…prickled at the base of his skull. He answered. “Hello, Silent Killer.” The voice was smooth, confident, and laced with a venom Zhedya hadn’t heard in eight years. It sent a jolt of ice down his spine. The Ghost. The assassin from the warehouse…the man Ian had shot.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

he said and used one hand to hold mine. I looked at him in confusion for a few seconds before pulling my hand away. “You haven’t been eating, yet you drank so much alcohol. Of course your stomach would hurt.” I called housekeeping and asked for ginger and peppermint tea. I knew that would help with his stomach. I also asked for some over-the-counter antacids, just in case he needed them. “I don’t want anything,” Qing said, blinking his pale eyes. “I just want you here with me, and I’ll get better.”

Leo blinked. “That’s new.” Sebastian asked, “Where is it coming from?” Leo traced the signal again. The same harbor warehouse. Daniel frowned. “So the ghost is talking to us.” Leo typed a quick reply. WHO ARE YOU? For a few seconds nothing happened. Then another message appeared. YOU’RE FAST. Leo grinned slightly. “Thanks.” Olivia whispered, “Be careful.” Leo nodded and typed again. WHY DID YOU HELP US? The reply came instantly. I DIDN’T HELP YOU.

I ask when he answers. “Yeah, boss, she’s still in her cab,” he replies. Good. Right where I want her. “You know your assignment,” I say, ending the call. No hesitation. No explanation. He already knows. Ghost is called that for a reason, you can always feel him watching, but you never see him. Same way Black Kings moves. You don’t see us coming, you just feel it when it’s already too late. She told me she doesn’t belong to me and walked away, leaving me standing here.

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The heavy sign dropped, boxing the thugs in like a cage. "Obstacle removed," Alex announced, not looking up from his screen. "We have arrived." They pushed past the groaning thugs and entered the bar. The bartender, an old woman with a robotic arm, looked up. She saw the beaten thugs outside, then looked at the four young strangers. "Who are you?" she asked warily. Alex walked to the counter. He slapped a stack of crypto-credits on the bar. "I'm the Ghost," Alex said. "And I'm looking for the Oracle. She left a package here."

I asked a stream of questions into the still air. The room fell completely silent. Just when I assumed I would not get an answer, my laptop screen flickered on by itself. A single search bar glowed in the center of the screen. The letters appeared on the search bar one by one, typed by an unseen hand. N-A-T-H-A-N-I-E-L S-I-M-M-O-N-S. Nathaniel Simmons. The results loaded instantly. The top link was a news article from five years ago. The headline read, [Tragedy Claims Rising Finance Star Nathaniel Simmons in Fatal Crash.]

“Of course, my apologies. Another teller is just cross checking it now. You are so lucky that we just had a delivery of cash this morning or we wouldn’t have had that amount here for withdrawal.” Oh hell, that would have been a disaster. “Okay.” I gesture back to the office. “I will just wait in here.” She fakes a smile. I sit back down and text Stace. Where are they now? I watch my phone as I wait for him to answer. I wait and wait.

The only thing that mattered are the missing TMT, and that was it. In the car, I got out my laptop and called Ghost. "Hey," he said after picking on the fists ring. His voice was as flat as usual. "Have you gotten the info?" I shook my head, though he couldn't see me. "No, not yet," I said, tapping on the steering wheel with two fingers. "But soon," I continued. "Stay on standby. You might need to move fast soon," "Noted," Ghost replied and waited. "What's the situation with target and the authorities?" I asked.