The Sun rose to find The Ghost and Clarity passed out on the couch. A few days had gone by and the Pulse Sparrows had been running back to back scores. Each score paid more than the last all the while there was plenty more danger.
The Ghost had been proving himself useful to the Sparrows after his drug crisis. He'd managed to boost their score takeaway by completing the little task, you know, executing executives, stealing cases, making them rich.
Everyone had upgraded themselves and their style of living, everyone except The Ghost and Clarity. The Ghost had remained mostly unmodded, and the others were trying to constantly persuade him to upgrade, break away from his human mold. He'd brush them off saying he'll think about it, but what they didn't see was his minor mods that allowed him to compete like the others. Tracking enhanced retna, fixing only a few problems he had before the war.
Clarity spent her freetime hanging with The Ghost in her apartment, they both smoked on the balcony, and he'd make her food as a way to say thanks for letting him crash. They talked about their pasts, what future they wanted, how tomorrow would go, they were getting close, and everyone knew it.
However, during a job...
"WAIT PLEASE! I HAVE A MESSAGE!"
"What desperate lie are you going to tell/promise me? Money? Power?"
"Rothschild says you're wasting your second wind."
The Ghost shoved his revolver into the man's mouth. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY! SAY IT AGAIN, DO IT!"
"GH! Calm down!"
"FUCK NO!"
The Ghost splattered the man's brains all over the wall and walked outside.
"The fuck is his problem..."
"LQ, don't you recognize that name? Rothschild?"
"Oh shit, that's the brain dead politician who put GH in the dirt."
"Clarity, check on GH, LQ, you need some fucking manners."
Clarity went after The Ghost, who was holding his head in between his legs in the parking garage.
"Ghost, you ok?"
"No...HOW THE FUCK DOES HE KNOW ROTHSCHILD!"
"We're looking into it..."
"No, ya know what, tell them I have some business to attend to, don't try to stop me."
"Wait! Think about..."
The Ghost whips around and kisses her, flustering her, then he vanished down onto the streets.
Clarity burst back upstairs to tell the others.
"Shit...If he's going after Rothschild, he gonna need help."
"No shit, get in the van, call Cayle, tell him we'll be late, but we have the score."
The Pulse Sparrows hopped in their van and took off headed to the Central Tech Building, home of Rothschild Industries.
Inside, The Ghost had already made it up to the top floor.
"Can I help you sir?"
"Where is Rothschild?"
"He's currently meeting with an executive... Wait! He's busy!"
The Ghost kicks down his door to see Rothschild and the man who'd saved his life.
"You motherfuckers....."