Title: Silent Shadows
"Gold holds no value to a man who lives in the dark," Ghost-Blade said coldly, his glass visor turning toward the cowering form of Christ.
The memory of that shadow transaction burned in Gerald's mind, but here in the pitch-black privacy of his study, the immediate reality was far more lethal.
Ghost-Blade stood inches away, his monomolecular energy blade humming with a low, dangerous vibration that ionized the surrounding air. The optical camouflage suit rendered the assassin almost completely invisible, leaving only a distorted silhouette against the faint moonlight.
"You speak of gold as if it were my only currency," Gerald replied softly, his voice showing no trace of fear or panic. "You forget that I control every digital pulse running through this tower.
