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Rafaelle had a sullen look as he explained. “Before that, I got the trademark of who it was. It’s Ghost.” I rubbed my jaw at the information. Now it made sense why we were having difficulty tracking the phone calls in the beginning. No one had ever seen Ghost before but he was reputed to carry out any scheme without being traceable in the least. Hence, the name Ghost. The interesting part was that Ghost didn't work for anybody and only performed a one-time task. This meant Gaetano was paying him millions to keep him around for longer.

Her scent washed over him then, unbidden and potent—warm and sharp, like smoke curling from embers, laced with the spike of adrenaline and an undercurrent of something deeper that stirred his wolf, making it bare its teeth in silent recognition. Fuck, he thought, not the time for this. He locked the reaction away, forcing his breathing into a slow, measured rhythm as discipline reasserted itself, a well-practiced barrier against the pull. Another crack echoed from overhead, closer and more insistent this time, dust raining down in earnest. “We’re moving,” Ghost declared, his decision final. “Your ceiling’s not done falling yet, and we’re not waiting around for the next one.” She glanced upwa

“Hold him down!” Ghost sprang forward, smacking him with the gun, still, the name danced on his lips like a lifeline. The needle sank into his veins, slowly draining the strength from him. His hands fell on the mattress, his breathing teasing, as he fought against the drug. “... Laura,” he snuggled into the mattress, gradually going limp. Ghost grinned, brushing the hair from his face. “Salve, mortuus redux.” He should enjoy the rest of his time, because very soon, he’d be going to the land of the dead.

ZEPHYR’S POV “Yes, there are two of our ghosts who are not with us now.” “Do they have names?” I asked him. “N….” He paused, rethinking his reply again. Then he said. “We go by one name, Ghost. Any other name aside this, I am unaware of it. I know it seems undutiful for me to not have this simple information but sometimes our ghosts tend to break out of character and hence get themselves into scenarios that end up leaving them with souvenirs like names, tattoos, tags.”

“I am here to take your life.” James’s eyes widened. Every cell in his body went into shock as the cold eyes of the killer met his. “Who are you?” “You don’t need to know. A dead person like you.” “Who the heck are you?” “They call me Ghost,” the figure smiled. “And you’re about to find out why.” “Stop!” James ran, his mother’s face flashing through his mind – he couldn’t leave her to face another loss. “Running only makes it worse,” Ghost called out, footsteps methodically searching the room. “Accept your fate, and I’ll make it quick.”

They both looked at Adam, questioningly. Adam nodded his head. “Go and tell me what you see, will you?” He looked at his daughter. “Be careful, Melody. Don’t go too near that window. You just don’t know what might happen. From the sound of things, a battle between spirits is about to ensue.” Hearing her father acknowledge the existence of spirits was an odd thing, but she made no mention of it. Ian’s voice was weak, but his words managed to reach her ears. “Melody. My sweet Melody. I’m so sorry, my love.”

It was a sound engineered to prey on the deepest, most primal fears. Every member of Marcus’s elite Ghost squad froze, their military discipline warring with the lizard-brain instinct to either flee or collapse. One of them, a mountain of a man named Cortez who boasted scars from a dozen forgotten conflicts and had a reputation for being unflappable, turned a sickly shade of green. His knuckles, gripping the forend of his assault rifle, were bone-white. He swallowed hard, a wet clicking sound in the sudden quiet that followed the echo.

"Marcus! Lead the charge! I want every gate, every wall, and every digital defender engaged! You make as much noise as possible! Draw their aggro!" "For the ghosts!" Marcus roared, raising his broadsword. "FOR THE GHOSTS!" the army of thousands screamed back. With a deafening battle cry, the Ghost Army surged forward, charging blindly into the red static storm toward a fortress they couldn't even see yet. Ren watched them go. He didn't join the front line. He turned to Jax. "You and me, kid. We're the scalpel." Jax grinned, pulling his data-sword from its sheath. "Where are we going?"

is closest. After the bodies are safely hidden until the morning trash removal when I’ll already be long gone, I stand the empty shells of armor back up as if the stagnant guards remain at their posts, which assists in avoiding detection before I’m finished and out. If I’m able to get inside of the main building of the estate without killing additional guards by using discrete entrances such as picking locked wine cellar doors, picking locked windows on a higher floor level, or using maintenance tunnels, I do. I use my knowledge of the maps I study for each estate infiltration, usually popping a panel from the ceilings and traveling between the ceilings or roofs using the wooden support bea

He did not want to dishearten his daughter, he was edgy; hauled out his handset once more and made a quick call to the agency “Uhm, miss, have they left already?” he spoke with a straight, clear deep voice. “They should, be there by now, they are very efficient, perhaps its traffic or they decided to gait, to save money.” Joan spoke with poise, but some qualms could be spotted in her voice. “Agrrrr! Where are they?” Joan chimed out brutally. “Let us hold on, they must be around the corner.” Melina spoke, flicking out her long hair over her shoulder, as she pulled up the collar of her pelt jacket, she cut walked her way inside the house, pushing Owino aside to create a more comfortable space