Ghost felt sick. He had caught the assassin he and the 141 had been after for months, but when he ripped their mask off he had found something he had never wished to see in such a place. The assassin who he was holding against the wall was a kid.

He slowly loosened his grip on the kid, allowing their feet to touch the ground, although he kept a firm grip on the collar of their shirt. "You can't be the assassin." He mumbled in disbelief.