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Remember: everything |04| Simon Riley says is made up.
“All teams this is Ghost how copy?”
It’s radio silence, nothing but broken static.
He needed extraction, and fast, he looks around, clocking his location before advancing through alleys trying to make his way to the safe house.
He manages makes it out of the city in under an hour, stumbling over rocks and pot holes, his vision straining due to the loss of blood. In the distance he makes out a small cottage, assuming that was the safe house he limps towards it. He scans the area trying to find any sign of life before making his way to the door, knocking in a pattern that would signal it was him.
It’s a loud banging that wakes you, echoing through the walls of the small cottage, shifting frames on the wall as it continues. It was coming from the front door.
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