I sat in the driver’s seat, my hands gripped the steering wheel so tight veins shone from my knuckles. In my mind was a mess of numbers and maps, calculating every second we had left.The first lair was only five minutes away, after taking a few turns through the city we arrived. On the outside, it appeared to be a pathetic, forgotten maintenance tunnel. I had spent a fortune and years of my life disguising it as a boring storage facility. It was hidden behind rusted chain link fences and fake "Danger High Voltage" signs, making it the kind of place people look at once and then forget forever.I hadn’t been back here in a couple of years. The time I spent trying not be Ghost. But just being near it made my skin crawl. In my world, the places you abandon don’t stay empty, they grow wild, then they wait for you to come back just so they can become your grave.I put off the headlights a full block away and we rolled into the tunnel slowly like a phantom. But when the gate finally cam

He was armed now efficiently and professionally.Yuri was a different man now.The way he carried himself had changed. He wasn't the panicked father I’d seen with blood stains on the road or the cocky assassin I’d tied to a chair. He was focused. He moved with quiet, mechanical precision, a quality that only comes from years of training.His compact assault rifle was pulled tight against his chest, adjusted so it wouldn't snag on his gear. His suppressed pistol was locked against his thigh, positioned exactly where his hand would fall naturally. He had his extra magazines lined up perfectly at his waist. Even the combat knives on his forearm were angled just right for a quick draw.Loading up wasn't about looking tough or scary and it was clear he understood the rules of battle that would keep you breathing, balance and speed.I gave him a single, short nod. It was the only sign of respect he needed. We weren't friends, but at this moment, we were a team.I pulled on my own tactica

This wasn’t just about getting away anymore. This had turned into a high speed hunt, and I was done being the one running blind. I was done being the prey.I gripped the steering wheel as I floored it so hard my hands ached. The engine didn't just make noise, it screamed, a sound that bounced off the concrete walls and vibrated straight into my chest. The flashing tunnel lights became blurry yellow streaks as we shot past them.For eight long years, I had tried my best to kill the man I used to be. I changed my name, I changed my face, and I even altered the way I spoke so that no one could identify my accent. It was all a mask, a giant lie I told myself so I could be normal for my little brother. I wanted to prove that a killer could walk away from that life and start over again, clean.But destiny doesn't care about your careful plans. It just waits for the perfect, terrible moment to strike. Now, the Ghost was back. I wasn't just a memory or a legend anymore, I was a man behind t