A few more months had passed, and a new year was upon the Sparrows'.
Snow fell daintily from the sky, as the holiday season arrived. The Pulse Sparrows found themselves with bigger and bigger scores. The 700 Nitro Express Revolving Rifle the Ghost was give, proved to be a big help in the field, not to mention the multitude of vehicles the Ghost got back from the will of the dead Evelyn Rockefeller.
As the new year approached, rumors of a full-chrome-bounty hunter swirled amongst the crews and gangs, keeping everyone on their toes. They called him "Reaper", allegedly, he'd killed off plenty of fixers, crews and other folks just trying to survive, make a little money.
This didn't phase the Ghost, he'd fought the Ranger of Dallas, killed Rothschild with his own hands, and had plenty of credibility to back him. He got the Pulse Sparrows' score after score, constantly getting the others more and more fame.
Back in the Sparrows' Nest, the crew had decided to throw a rave, something crazy get the New Year started right. Folks showed up around 8:30pm, music was bumping, and the drinks were potent. The Ghost sat nearby watching the crowd, he drank the jungle juice Big Mick had concocted, it was strong, very strong. His friends were dancing and partying, letting loose, relaxing after a hard years work.
He smiled watching them, they'd all hard a weird year, but life couldn't be better, plenty of food, money, and friends to go around. He laughed watching LQ try and flirt with Rose, only to get slapped. He sighed but then she showed up, Clarity, standing in front of him.