Lone Target -

The rain in Sector 4 didn't wash away the grime; it just turned it into a slick, iridescent sludge. Elias adjusted the focus on his long-range optics, the digital readout humming a low, steady frequency in his ear. Through the crosshairs, he saw his mark—a man known only as the "Lone Target."

"When you spend enough time being the only thing the system can't see, you learn how to listen to the things it tries to hide," the target replied. He stood up, leaving a small, glowing data drive on the table. "They didn't hire you to kill a man. They hired you to delete a ghost. But ghosts have a habit of haunting their hunters." The Choice Lone Target

As Elias shifted his weight on the rusted fire escape, the target did something unexpected. He looked up, directly into the lens of the sniper's scope, and raised a ceramic cup in a mock toast. The rain in Sector 4 didn't wash away