“You have been watched for seven months.”
The man in grey turned to the rest. “I am the real Ghost. You’ve been working for the man who destroyed our mentor. Tonight, the seventh man—the real seventh—comes home.” Seven In Isaidub
But then the door—the reinforced steel door with the fingerprint lock—clicked open. Not from the outside. From the inside. And standing in the doorway, silhouetted against the red emergency lights of the hallway, was a man none of them had ever seen. He wore a simple grey jacket and held no weapon. Just a folded piece of paper. “You have been watched for seven months