Jack "The Ghost" Griffin stood at the edge of the rooftop, gazing out over the glittering lights of the city. He was a man who valued his solitude, and the rooftop was his sanctuary.
The wind whipped through his hair as he lit a cigarette, taking a long drag as he scanned the streets below. He was waiting for a call, a call that would change everything.
Jack's phone buzzed, shrill in the silence. He answered, his voice low and gravelly. "Yeah?"
"Jack, we have a job for you," a smooth voice said on the other end of the line. "High-profile target, high stakes."
Jack's eyes narrowed as he listened to the details. He didn't like jobs that smelled of desperation, but the pay was too good to pass up.
"What's the target's name?" Jack asked, his mind already racing with strategies.
"Victor Martinez," the voice replied. "He's a businessman with connections to some very powerful people."
Jack's gut told him to walk away, but his wallet told him to take the job. He sighed, rubbing his temples. "I'm in."
"Good," the voice said. "You'll receive further instructions shortly. Be ready to move at a moment's notice."
Jack ended the call, his eyes scanning the rooftops as he wondered who was behind the job. He didn't like unknowns, but he was willing to play along... for now.
He took another drag on his cigarette, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline as he contemplated the job ahead.
Jack was a ghost, a specter who haunted the shadows and struck without warning. He was the best in the business, and he knew it.
As he stood there, the wind whipping through his hair, Jack felt a sense of calm wash over him. He was ready for whatever lay ahead.
The city lights twinkled below him, a reminder of the secrets and lies that lurked in every corner. Jack smiled to himself, knowing that he was about to become a part of that world.
He flicked his cigarette over the edge of the rooftop, watching as it arced through the air and disappeared into the darkness. It was time to get to work.