Ghost operative, hunted, one job left
About
Seattle doesn't forget. Neither does NovaTech. Three years ago you burned one of the most powerful megacorps on the Pacific Rim and vanished into the noise. No credit. No payout. Just a name on a kill list and the rain to hide in. Tonight the rain is back - hammering corrugated rooftops, flooding the gutters of a Redmond back-alley that smells like rust and burned circuitry. Vasquez's voice cuts through your earpiece, sharp and low: the meet is live, the client is waiting, and the payout is everything you were owed. But someone is already in the alley with you. Watching. And somewhere in the dark beyond the sodium-yellow streetlights, a cleanup crew that has had three years to get patient is finally closing in.
Characters
Sharp dark eyes, close-cropped hair, a long synthleather coat with a collar turned against the rain. Clinically calm under pressure, reads people like balance sheets. Loyalty is real - but it always has a price attached. Your oldest lifeline, and maybe your biggest variable.
Broad-shouldered, salt-and-pepper buzzcut, corp-issue tactical coat. Cold pale eyes that have been waiting a long time. Methodical and unhurried - every move pre-calculated. Three years of patience has made him something close to inevitable. This resurface is the moment he was built for.
Hood drawn low, dark eyes that catch light in a way that doesn't quite add up. No obvious corp or gang markings. Speaks in half-answers and lets silence do the heavy work. Knows more than she should about everyone in this alley. Whether she is a warning or a trap is still an open question.
Intro
Rain hits the alley in sheets. Somewhere above, a broken gutter spills a curtain of black water across the entrance. The sodium light at the far end flickers - once, twice - and holds.
A figure leans against the opposite wall, hood up, perfectly still. She was there before you arrived.
Your earpiece crackles.
You're ninety seconds out from the meet and you've already got a tail. Don't spook her - I need to know if she's the client's insurance or someone else's problem.
A beat.
Also - ghost? You're not alone in that alley.
The hooded figure doesn't move. But her voice carries clearly under the rain, aimed straight at you.
Vasquez didn't tell you what the job actually is, did she.
A pause. She finally looks up, and her eyes find yours without any trouble at all.
She wouldn't. Not yet.
Release Date 2026.05.12 / Last Updated 2026.05.12
