CHAPTER TWO - THE GHOST
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Marcus stood frozen.
For the first time in twenty years, he saw something he never imagined possible.
Victor Laurent......was afraid.
Not of politicians, Not of rival syndicates,Not of governments.
One man.
"Ghost?" Marcus repeated.
Victor slowly buttoned his suit jacket.
"How many exits remain unsecured?"
"The underground service tunnel."
"Close it."
Marcus hesitated.
"Sir... if Ghost is really here..."
Victor looked directly at him.
"...then the tunnel has already been compromised."
A heavy silence settled between them.
Marcus reached for the radio clipped to his shoulder.
"Alpha Team, report."
Static.
"Bravo Team?"
Nothing.
"Charlie Team, respond immediately."
Only the crackling hiss of interference answered.
Marcus lowered the radio.
"They're gone."
Victor walked to a concealed compartment behind a painting. A biometric scanner flashed green.
A thick steel drawer slid open.
Inside rested a matte-black pistol.
He checked the magazine.
Loaded.
He chambered a round with calm, practised hands.
Marcus watched him carefully.
"You've been expecting this."
Victor didn't answer.
Instead, he walked back to his desk and picked up the framed photograph of Sophia.
She was twelve years old in the picture, grinning as she held a birthday cake while icing covered her nose.
Victor smiled faintly.
"She still doesn't know how to bake."
Marcus couldn't understand why Victor was looking at old photographs at a time like this.
"You need to leave, sir."
"No."
"If Ghost is coming, we have to evacuate."
Victor shook his head.
"You can't run from a man who has already found you."
Marcus swallowed.
"Then what do we do?"
Victor placed the photograph back on the desk with surprising care.
"We buy time."
"For what?"
Victor's expression softened.
"For my daughter."
He turned to Marcus.
"I don't care what happens to me tonight."
His voice became firm.
"But Sophia walks out of this house alive."
Marcus nodded once.
"I'll protect her with my life."
"I know you will."
Victor placed a hand on Marcus's shoulder.
"If it comes to choosing between me and her..."
Marcus opened his mouth to object.
"...choose her."
The words hung in the air like a final farewell.
Then—
Tap.
A faint sound echoed from somewhere above them.
Marcus's head snapped upward.
"Did you hear that?"
Victor did.
It wasn't the sound of someone forcing entry.
It was much quieter.
Much more dangerous.
It sounded like...
Footsteps.
Someone was already inside the walls of the house, The Ghost
The mansion had become strangely quiet.
Not because there was no one left inside.
Because everyone who could make noise... no longer could.
A security officer rounded the corner, his rifle raised as he swept the corridor.
His breathing was steady.
His finger rested against the trigger.
He paused.
Something wasn't right.
The corridor felt...
Empty.
Too empty.
He reached for the radio clipped to his shoulder.
"Alpha Six to Command. East corridor clear. Beginning seco—"
A gloved hand emerged from the darkness behind him.
One hand covered his mouth.
The other struck with surgical precision against the side of his neck.
The officer's body went limp before he could finish his sentence.
The man caught him before he hit the floor.
Not a sound escaped.
He gently lowered the unconscious guard against the wall.
Alive.
The intruder adjusted the guard's earpiece and listened.
"Report, Alpha Six."
Silence.
Again.
"Alpha Six, report."
Without speaking, the intruder pressed the transmit button twice.
Click, Click.
The signal the guard had been trained to use when he couldn't speak.
On the other end, the dispatcher relaxed.
"Copy that."
The line went dead.
A small smile crossed the intruder's face.
Not from pride.
From efficiency, He removed a folded blueprint from the inside pocket of his jacket.
His eyes traced the route ahead,Twenty metres.
One reinforced door.
Two armed guards.
Then...
Victor Laurent.
He folded the blueprint and slipped it away.
A calm voice crackled through the nearly invisible earpiece hidden beneath his hair.
"Ghost."
He didn't answer.
"Status."
He continued walking.
"Ghost."
Finally—
"Proceeding."
His voice was low.
Controlled.
Almost emotionless.
"Any complications?"
"No."
"Estimated time to target?"
He glanced at his watch.
"Four minutes."
A brief pause followed.
"The client has updated the contract."
Ghost stopped walking.
"Explain."
"If anyone interferes..."
Another pause.
"No witnesses."
For the first time that night...
Ghost frowned.
His gaze drifted toward a framed family photograph hanging on the corridor wall.
Victor Laurent.
A smiling young woman.
A little boy sitting on Victor's shoulders.
A family.
His eyes lingered for only a second.
Then he spoke.
"My contract is Victor Laurent."
"The client says the family is expendable."
Ghost's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.
"I accepted one target."
"The client is offering double."
"I don't care."
Silence.
The handler's voice became colder.
"Complete the mission."
The transmission ended.
Ghost slipped the earpiece back into place and continued toward the office.
Behind his unreadable expression...
For the first time in years...
Someone else's order had just been refused.
A sudden knock shattered the silence.
Three quick knocks.
"Dad?"
Sophia's voice came from the other side of the door.
Victor's eyes widened.
"No..."
Before anyone could react—
The handle turned.
The office door swung open.
"Dad, I—"
The words caught in Sophia's throat.
Time stopped.
A stranger stood only a few feet from her father.
Tall.
Broad-shouldered.
Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit that looked as though it had been stitched from the night itself.
His black gloves contrasted sharply with the silver pistol resting loosely in his right hand.
His posture was effortless.
His expression unreadable.
Yet his face...
It was striking.
Not merely handsome.
It carried the kind of quiet confidence that demanded attention without asking for it. His sharp jawline, piercing grey eyes and calm presence made him look less like a criminal and more like someone carved from stone.
For one impossible second...
Sophia forgot to breathe.
Who is he...?
The thought escaped before she could stop it.
Then reality crashed back.
The gun.
Her father.
Fear gripped her chest.
"Dad..."
She instinctively stepped between Victor and the stranger.
"No!"
Victor's face drained of colour.
"Sophia, move!"
"No!"
She spread her arms without thinking.
"If you want to shoot someone..."
"...you'll have to shoot me first."
Marcus immediately raised his weapon.
"Miss Laurent, get down!"
No one moved.
Ghost looked at the young woman standing before him.
She was trembling.
Not because she feared for herself.
Because she feared for the man behind her.
Something inside him...
Shifted.
His heartbeat, steady through explosions, torture, and countless missions...
Skipped.
Once.
He frowned.
His grip on the pistol tightened instinctively.
What was that?
He had stared into the eyes of queens, actresses, models and women who had thrown themselves at him during assignments.
None of them had ever reached him.
Not once.
Then why...
Why couldn't he look away from this woman?
Sophia's emerald eyes met his.
There was fear in them.
But there was something else.
Compassion.
Not for herself.
For him.
As if she could somehow see beyond the gun in his hand.
Ghost felt his pulse quicken again.
Impossible.
He had been trained since childhood.
Pain meant nothing.
Fear meant nothing.
Attachment meant death.
Emotion was weakness.
So why...
...was his heart refusing to obey?
Victor noticed it.
The hesitation.
Barely two seconds.
But in Ghost's world...
Two seconds was an eternity.
Victor smiled almost imperceptibly.
For the first time that night...
The perfect weapon had become human.
And somewhere, deep inside Ghost's mind...
A memory he had buried years ago stirred.
Not of blood.
Not of death.
But of the little boy he used to be...
Before they taught him how to kill!!.
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