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Prologue This mission could have been my last. With an eight calibre pistol glued to my temple, and a Russian mafia boss with his finger on the trigger. I watched as six of his lackeys followed my partner; hiding within the shadows provided by the tall abandoned buildings that litter the city. "Who would have thought the infamous Ghost was the one who was tracking us like a little dachshund." With every word he dug the gun deeper into my skull. "You know, my men are very loyal. When Vector stumbled upon your business card three nights ago, during your play time he knew what you were doing. He had been there when a little lost puppy ask for your help to deal with my gang." His eyes studied my facial features all the way from the top of …show more content…

A drunk youngster had been talking to his friend when I overheard. He swore it was true, he even had photo evidence of the man and a single dead body. I offered them a night with me for very low price. Being under the influence of alcohol and my pretty face they agreed. But they passed out as soon as we got to the hotel. I was able to access his phone via fingerprint. checking his locations, history, and texts before sending any and all important information to myself, before erasing my contact from his phone. That is how I found myself here, in front of a rusted door with glitter spread around the edges. This was the only door that somewhat matched the description. It looked nothing of diamonds but it had a small knocker on the wall with the word 'Genie’ engraved in it. Quickly thinking of a story I rapped on the door. The door opened slowly creaking with every inch it covered, on the other side was a brightly lit room, blinding for the first couple of seconds. “What is your wish?” A breathy voice asks slightly muffled by the distance. “Are you the Genie?” in the middle of the empty room was a single red velvet couch with a man in a blue cloak peering over it. “Yes, I shall grant you one wish, what do you want? Money, fame, fortune, life, or death?” He spoke his rehearsed lines like reading off a script. With every few words he would pause take a breath then continue on.

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