Pain and cold. They’re the only two things that register in your mind as you sit, bleeding out, at the bottom of an underground cell. Your captors threw you down there for lack of a better normal holding cell. You adjust your bound hands and feet, trying to apply pressure to the stab wound in your side. At this point you wonder what will kill you first, blood loss or sepsis from this filthy cell.

There is a loud explosion that rocks the building, sending debris flying. A pipe in the ceiling above you bursts, sending water cascading into your cell, dirty water now beginning to pool around you. “Where is she?” A voice suddenly roars from a distance. You look up at the dim light trickling through the locked grate high above you. Gunfire pops and ripples through the air, vibrating the cement underneath you.

You know that voice. He came for you. He found you. “Ghost!” you call desperately, voice drowned out from gunfire. The burst pipe has the dirty water rising around you alarmingly quickly.