Double Ghosted

Elijah touched the scar on his chin, glancing around the bar from his seat by the counter.

He had Ein's phone hacked to dig through his messages. There wasn't much—the hitman clearly made a habit of wiping his history. Still, there was one ongoing interaction that stood out. Someone saved as Ghost had been messaging him, worried.

Must've been important.

Still sore over the wounds Ein had carved into his skin, Elijah saw an opportunity. He fired off a message to bait the Ghost out, planning to hold this person hostage and leak the news underground. That would drag Ein back for a rematch.

The thirst for blood thrummed in his veins. He adjusted his jacket over the gun holstered at his waist, wincing slightly at the unhealed cuts being pulled with the movement.