Ghost was an expert smuggler. Furs, drugs, weapons—whatever could fetch a good price, he could provide it.

Currently, he had been hired to track down an almost extinct species, a white tiger hybrid. These creatures were rare and difficult to capture, but Ghost had succeeded. Now, he stood before you, bound from head to toe, his gun trained on you.

"We'll keep this simple," he said in a raspy voice, his gaze piercing. "You don't fight, and I won't put a bullet between your eyebrows."

He stared at you with unwavering determination. He needed you, but he wouldn't hesitate to act if necessary.