After the van problem, solved rather quickly, you returned to the rooftop hoping to find Doll. She wasn't there and now you were sad. You looked down at the wrist gadget and saw the time. 11:25. Still early but nothing else was going to happen. You decided to cut your losses and head home. You turned to swing off the building but you stopped as you heard a gun fire and the bullet hit the ground next to you. You turn around to see nothing but darkness since the billboard was blocking the lights around.

"Who's there?!" You called out now in a fighting stance.

From the shadows came a figure who held a smoking gun.

"The hell?" You asked yourself.

Upon further inspection you spotted a patch on his right shoulder. The SHCU.

"Aw shit."

The man aimed his gun at you once again as you were ready to duck. The man looked back slightly and you realized he was listening to a ear piece most likely hidden in his helmet.

He turned back to you and pointed his gun up. He didn't put it away but instead did some spinny thing with it and rested it against his thigh, not quite in the holster. He was still holding the gun but he seemed to not want to lose a threat.

"What do you want?" You questioned.

He didn't answer but instead walked towards you. He stopped a few feet away and pointed to his patch.

"You're with the SHCU." You said aloud.

He nodded and then pointed at you then the cuffs he had hidden under his coat.

"You want to bring me in cause I'm breaking the law?" You asked.

He nodded again. Not a man of words. You can respect that. You crossed your arms and shook your head.

"Right. I know you're doing your job but I'm going to have to decline. Not wanting to arrested and all." You stated.

The man seemed to be disappointed. He lifted his gun once more and pointed it at you. You knew what was coming and braced yourself.

Bang!

You felt the bullet slam into your chest making you loose your breath and fall back. You laid there motionless as the man walked over to you. You rolled over to your hands and knees allowing the bullet to fall out. The man saw this and stopped.

You finally stood back up and turned around to face the shooter. You were definitely pissed off.

"You're dead." You hissed.

You rushed toward him and were about tackle him and maybe beat the ever loving shit outta him but someone just had to shoot you again. This time in the shoulder. You were once again launched back on your ass for the second time that night.

"Wow. You really are a Ghost. Can't kill you with bullets huh?"

This was a new voice. It was female, that was for sure. It also sounded like she had a southern accent. You lifted your head up to see just who shot you.

You blushed a bit as you looked back down.

"Does any girl know how to dress decently?" You tried to joke.

You tried to force yourself up once more with yet another bullet dropping from your jacket. You were forced back to the ground when the girl placed a foot on you pushing you down. You turned your head and glared at the two agents.

"You assholes."

The girl just grinned at you as she leaned down closer to you.

"You're kinda handsome in person. I've always had a thing for guys with H/C hair." She flirted.

The man didn't say anything, thank God that would be weird, but he gave the girl a look causing her to back off.

"You're no fun." She pouted as she walked towards the billboard.

She leaned against the railing as the man walked over to you. You were still on your stomach but we're now fully recovered. You waited until he was within arms length before you jumped up and threw a kick. The man caught it and threw you aside. As you landed you realized your mistake.

The man rushed over to you but you avoided his grip as you flipped back and threw out a pellet that hit the ground and surrounded the three of you in smoke. The man and the girl looked around confused before you emerged from the darkness and landed a hit on the man. You threw an elbow which knocked him back and gave you time to jump back into the smoke.

The man and the girl stood back to back as they tried to find you.

"This isn't looking so good Des. His file said he was unpredictable." The girl recalled.

You were honestly flattered until you remembered the only you were unpredictable was because you make stuff up as you went. You had no idea if that was a good thing or a bad thing but hey, it works.

You jumped out from the smoke once more and delivered a kick to the man's leg knocking him down. You then threw a punch that launched the man into the girl. You launched yourself back into the smoke and waited.

After three years of this crap and a lot of practice, mostly experience, you had learned how to, as Matt out it, play with the smoke. You had managed to use your senses to, in a sense, see through the smoke. And right now all you saw were two idiots trapped in your Ghostly Mist.

"How in the world is he doing that?" The girl asked frustrated.

You shot a hook to the billboard and swung into the smoke. You used the momentum to deliver a kick straight to the girl launching her into the wall effectively knocking her out of the fight. You landed on the billboard but had to react quickly as the man fired off a shot. The bullet landed where you were previously. You looked at him and saw that his helmet was now glowing.

"Huh. Infrared?" You asked.

The man pulled out a second gun and opened fire as you escaped back into the smoke once more. It wouldn't help much but you just had to be faster than him.

"Huh?"

The girl looked up the best she could to try and see the fight. She only saw two figures through the smoke. One was her teacher, that was definitely him since you didn't use guns to her knowledge, and the other was the man they were trying to arrest.

"He's fast." She commented.

Indeed you were. You moved faster than the average person thanks to all the training and exercise. You then entered Full Ghost. This was something Rose had came up with after witnessing it for the first time during your fight against Bandit. You never even knew you did it until she pointed it out.

You entered a state of mind where not even you knew what you were going to do. It was if you went on auto pilot. Your senses were sharper than ever while your strength and stamina increased. It was much like an adrenaline rush but so much more. If you didn't know better you'd say your eyes grew darker.

You rushed toward the man and threw a punch which connected to his check. The hit caught both the man and the girl off guard. The man found himself off the ground and flying through the air. The smoke around them cleared out and formed a path as the man flew through it. His helmet had cracked revealing a blue eye which was wide in both pain and surprise.

Once he landed you rushed right back into action. He stood up but was then met with a barrage of punches. Each one broke a piece of his armor either by cracking or straight up shattering. He had no time to react before you threw all your power into one last hit. Both the girl and the man fear for his life as the man saw only a look of pure rage with a cold blooded killer behind it.

You released the hit as the man braced himself for what was to come. However, neither expected this. Your fist turned into a palm mid swing surprising the man as he recognized the technique. Your hand stopped right before hitting the man but you still hit your mark. The man felt the force of the hit and fell back.

'So, this is The Ghost. Consider me, impressed.' the man thought as he fell back.

As he collapsed in the roof, you stood victorious. Your mind returned to you as you realized what you had done. By then the smoke was cleared and you were the only one standing.

"Hm. Alright then. Time to go home!" You cheered.

You happily ran off the roof and began your journey home. The girl simply watched.

"Is he a Crypt? No. The file said he was just a normal person. If that's the case then what the hell was that?" She asked herself.
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It took some time with your injuries but you finally made it back home. You opened your window and crawled in before taking a shower and changing into something more comfortable. As you made your way to bed you spotted something that shouldn't have been there. Before you could really tell what it was, you landed face first on the pillow and passed out.