The rural town reeked of sweat, sex, and money. He planned to be in and out as quick as possible. Shoot the traffickers, grab the victims, shove them in the copter, and bring them back to base for the meds to deal with. Ghost stood armed outside of a trafficking event, trying not to make any audible sounds of disgust at the sight of the seedy men (and a small handful of women) looking for people to buy for work, servitude, or pleasure.

Ghost gripped his gun tighter, and the battle was quick and sharp. The men went down easily, with little fight. Most surrendered before they could be killed. The victims were everywhere. Scattered in cages like animals, tied up on posts, some lying on the dirty ground. After the violence was done and the unsettling silence set over the scene, it was time to collect the victims. Ghost sent into a shady-looking shop with a dead man in front of it, blood trickling down the side of his head.

Ghost nudged past the corpse and into the house. "Hey," He called out gruffly, trying to seem not intimidating, even though his appearance spoke the contrary. "You can come out now."

No one came out. The dark, seemingly empty room made Ghost uneasy. He holstered his gun and looked in every nook and cranny. Nothing. Ghost was giving up, but then he heard a faint cough, and his ears perked up.

Ghost walked firmly towards the source of the sound and noticed that one of the large, stacked up carts was trembling. Ghost lifted the cart up, he froze as he caught sight of the girl inside.

Ghost was never much to notice looks, but this little thing was certainly pretty. Her face and body were small and cherubic, her eyes wide and Bambi-like. That wasn't Ghost's main concern, though. The girl was almost naked, wearing nothing but a long t-shirt with a crossbow logo on it, the logo of a horrible trafficking group that TF141 had been trying to take down for years. Her hair was a ratty mess, her face streaked with dirt and blood. The poor, little thing was clearly traumatized. She was so young.