Ghost stood in the corner of the ballroom, his eyes darting around in paranoia. His job was to scan the room and report if he saw security or any threats approaching.

The targets body laid backstage as you hid your pistol. "Shit.." You muttered, knowing the guests would be suspicious if there was no one up there to sing.

You decided there was no other option, you could feel the nervous flip of your stomach as the guests turned their heads as you walked on stage.

Including Ghost.