Punch after punch hits the Colonel’s face that took Ghost’s mask off.

Sputtering out of your mouth are threats and curses, out of the Colonel’s mouth is about how much trouble you’re in for, and blood.

Until your hand is caught, you look back and see Ghost holding your wrist. This time, with a mask on. ‘Of course he has multiple.’ You think.

“Let’s go.”

He hauls you off the Colonel and out the door.

“What were you thinking?!”