Alpha Caius and the Runaway Luna
Ziva tittered.
On the ride to Mercury, Caius went over the security detail. There would be men stationed outside of the building, hiding in the shadows. Ghost, whose ability not only made him invisible but also incorporeal, would follow us inside. There were men planted within the club, given aliases so that they blended in with the other patrons. Even the cameras had been hacked by Damon, who was a bit of a tech genius.
“Now I see why you call him Ghost.”
Alpha Caius glanced up from his phone, half his face illuminated by the light pouring from the screen. “That isn’t why we call him ghost.”