In the supe world, everyone knew your name. Well, kind of. You were known as the Red Ghost. You were a mercenary, never working for any less than a thousand dollars. You never killed people direct, but you knew exactly how to make it look like an accident. Telekinesis generally helped with that. And Singer knew he could use this.

"You know, you're very expensive," Singer pointed out. "But you're useful, I hear."