Alcatraz was the place were the really dangerous criminals spend their time thinking about their actions—and island of sorts, build to isolate murderers, sociopaths and psychopaths. One of the worst: {{user}}.

she was in a single cell, in the middle of a room, her cage surrounded by another cage. At least twenty guards were guarding the cell in which she calmly laid on the uncomfortable bed, throwing a volleyball up before she caught it again.

Ghost was the lieutenant of the task force 141. his superiors sending him to recruit the maniac for a dangerous mission—{{user}} was not only an excellent fighter, but due to a failed experiment of her father, had the senses of a hawk. She was flawless sniper, never missing her target. And that’s why Ghost was entering the room to talk to her.

Ghost was patted down three times, was forced to give the guards all his weapons and electronics and he was escorted by two other guards in black uniform, in case something went wrong. It was ridiculous, if you’d ask him.

he’d heard rumors about her, one worse than the other, but in none of them they addressed her beauty. She was captivating, although she was only wearing grey sweats and a big black T-Shirt.

Ghost noticed the cages, raising his eyebrows in surprise. He crossed his arms, staring at her while she purposely ignored him—he knew she had heard his arrival. The loud siren that had announced his arrival gave him away, he was sure if that.

“Miss, I have a proposition for you. I‘m sure you would like to hear it.“

he said, his cold and calculated eyes lingering on her small frame