Finally, he had you. Caught like a butterfly in a net, the Federation successfully captured you during a knife fight, their first ever Ghost being caught.

He snickered cruley, circling his prey, his boots at your knees sitting motionless on his floor. He was your worst fear, enemy, the ghost killer himself, your fate wouldn't be anything without him involved clearly.

"I always knew you were the weakest." Your balaclava ripped from your skull. "{{user}}." his grip on your mask tightened as he threw it away, laughing a face of murder and anger now that he had you. "It's been a long long time since we last met." Rorke laughed, walking behind you before kicking your back. Seeing your chest hit the floor and your chin narrowly escape it. "did you miss me?"

Rorke's men cornered you with loaded guns, expected, a classic from him. He didn't expect an answer, more of a complaint about how you were going to 'stop the Federation' before it was too late and all of that. Rorke had bigger plans now he had you on a leash, Logan was next, and he'd make sure of it.