3 The first meeting

In a dimly lit room a few people were standing around a poker table. There were only three young man sitting on the table other than the dealer.

"How much did the pot got to again"

"7 million. It is just crazy. This is going to be the last hand"

While on the table all three had a indifferent look like the money had nothing to do with them.

A moment later the first guy opened his hand 3 of spades and 4 of spades with 7, the queen, the king and 9 of spades he completed his flush. He simply sat there waiting for other's to show their hand.

The second guy looking at the hand just folded and left.

The third guy smiled and showed his cards which were jack and ten of spades. He had a Royal Flush

Everyone in the room sucked in their breath.

"This is not possible..."

The dealer was so shocked that something that slipped out of his mouth. He was just too shocked as he knew for a fact that these were not the card's he distributed to the third young man.

"What is not possible" Said the third youth with a faint smirk on his face.

The first youth's and the dealer's face instantly distorted. They were the one's who offered the other two to play.

<This fu*ker know's everything that is happening here>

"I think this is a good time for you to call your colleagues who have been watching everything from the shadow's"

"You..." said the youth shocked but then he smiled

"Alright smart guy since you already know your situation, leave. Without the money of course"

He was completely confident in his people who slowly started coming out of the shadow's. Other's didn't know but he was the owner of this underground casino.

"Do you know what is common in an escaped prisoner, an unsolved robbery and a card shark?"

Asked the third youth not paying attention to all the dangerous looking man.

"Who are you?"

This time it was not the first youth who said that. It was the dealer who asked, color completely drained from his face.

"It doesn't matter who I am but my client is not very happy with your performance Mr. Peter Bilard. He want's you to return with the 3 million you stole. My friend Mr. Jacorb will take you back with the money that is on the table"

Third youth had just finished saying that and the second youth who had left earlier appeared behind two of the suited men that had came out of shadow's earlier. He had two pistol's in both hand pointed at the two men's head with a cigarette in his mouth which he was leisurely smoking.

The First youth who was listening all this with a shocked face couldn't have these nobodies stepping on his authority anymore and yelled

"You bastard, just who do you think you are? I will kill you and that wanna-be-gangster"

He reached inside his jacket's inner pocket to take something out but before he could do it

POP! POP! POP!

The sound of silenced pistol could be heard inside the room. The audience fell down on the ground scared but they were not the only one's. Few bodies of suited men also fell on the ground lifeless.

"Mr. Hamraid, I would advise you not to reach for your colt M1911"

Hamraid looked shocked when he was the third youth already had a SMITH&WESSON(It is a type of handgun) in his hand.

"Mr. Hamraid to answer your question. I am a detective and that wanna-be-gangster is actual a high level operative of Mafia so you better sit tight and not speak"

"Just how? Just how the f*ck did you find me here after so much that I have done to hide myself. Just who are you?"

Cried peter not being able to understand how after giving up so much and laying low for 2 month's he was still found.

"I am Ghost and it was fun finding you"

"Ghost! Mafia hired the Ghost."

Peter became speechless hearing that the Ghost came for him. He sighed before saying.

"'Sigh'Mr. Ghost, It is a pleasure meeting you. To have a legend look for someone as insignificant as me and getting a compliment at that, it really is a pleasure. Now can you help me out with something"

Jacorb listening that much had a frown on his face. They wouldn't have hired Ghost if not for a certain object that was stolen. He had been with Ghost for last week since the Mafia had hired him. But because he had been with him he was sure that if this guy came under Ghost's protection they would really have a hard time finding the stolen object.

Ghost looked at Jacorb's frown before giving Peter a smirk. listening to that much stood up giving Peter a nod seemingly accepting the compliment before making his way toward's Jacorb who passed him a suitcase.

Ghost took it before taking his leave. After coming out the building Ghost took stack of dollar's out of the suitcase before passing the suitcase to a nearby beggar.

The beggar giving Ghost a nod got up from his position tearing of the dirty clothes on his body revealing a biker jacket and pant's. He got on a bike which was parked nearby before taking off.

Seeing the biker leave, Ghost looked around while rubbing his hand's for a moment before he started walking while munching on some nut's that he took out from his pocket.

While munching on the nut's he took out his phone calling a number.

"Yes, it's done. Anything else"

/Jigar called about a job/

"Ohhh, That old man finally came back. I am coming back"

/No, Jigar is dead./

Till now he had a cheerful look on his face but when Ghost heard Jigar died the atmosphere around him instantly turned cold.

/Oyee, keep you killing intent in check. Even I am feeling a chill while talking to you over a phone. And there's nobody who killed him. He hanged himself because he couldn't do his job/

Listening to this much the killing intent around Ghost subsided.

"You should have said that from the start. Anyway, you were talking about a job"

/Yes, I have sent you a text. This was Jigar's last wish so you better respect it/

"I understand. I will complete the job... even if it is boring"

Saying that much Ghost ended the call before taking a look and smiled

"Interesting..."

***

The next day

John had just gotten to the funeral viewing venue organized by his grandfather. It has already been 5th day since his grandmother's death.

After this viewing his grandmother would be buried. This was the last time he would see his grandmother. Just thinking about this he kept on crying. He couldn't even leave the car to go see his grandmother because of the endless tear's that were coming out of his eye's.

Finally after a while he finally got out of the car and started walking toward's the venue.

Still in a daze he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings and bumped into someone but without paying attention he kept on walking still in his daze only coming to when somebody called him.

"Mr. John, you dropped something"

Only then did he pay attention. It was the same guy who bumped into him. The guy walked towards him and returned his wallet to him.

After returning the wallet back he extended his right hand again.

"Hi, I am called Ghost"