1 A Ghost, a Priest, a Hound and a Maniac meet outside a Bar

During a windy summer night in a city near the sea, a man dressed in a black T-shirt and dark brown jeans was sitting on the edge of a rooftop overlooking the street below. Beside him were a computer and a microphone seemingly recording the happenings he was too far away to constantly observe.

He looked above at the grey sky "It's going to rain soon", he thought it might be a good idea to pack up for the day. He took another glance at the parting of the clouds that ceremoniously revealed the moon as if they were lifting the curtain to display the magnificence of the most lustrous pearl. It was the only sight to be seen during this ugly night, no beautiful buildings, no breathtaking scenery in this overcrowded place, this sea of horrible architecture, people, and cars.

He hated places like these the most, where pollution clouded up the night sky so much that most stars became hidden from view.

A silent sound of footsteps and a hesitant knock on the metal door of the terrace woke him from his thoughts as the man stared intently back at the source of the sudden noise.

"It's Alexander" a voice came from the other side. After a few moments passed and no reply was heard the voice continued, "Come on! I forgot what that stupid password was and the others are knocked out cold... Okay, how about this then? Father Theophanis called, he said that we're getting another mission soon"

With that said the door slowly opened and Alexander sighed in relief "You know, you should try to stop staring at me like that every once in awhile, Thomas." he said with a slight curve on his lips, a smile that hid the stain of pain behind it.

Thomas was looking at Alexander as if he meant to kill him with his eyes. Failing to control himself he started to punch Alexander in the gut, after which he was immediately blocked by Alexander's forearms. "You dared to break protocol and announce confidential information just to have a small chit chat during an investigation!?" He exclaimed as he was withdrawing his fist, "I could overlook that but never call him 'that' in front of me ever again! Now help me get the equipment, it might rain"

And so the silence returned. The two men went to gather their equipment when suddenly Alexander touched Thomas' shoulder and pointed at an alarm symbol on the laptop. Thomas didn't notice at first glance but once he did he ran to the edge of the rooftop and looked below, while Alexander picked up a pair of headphones and wore them. "It's them." they both said, one completing the sentence for the other.

This was their current objective, their "mission". They had to locate the hideout of a certain group of people, wanted criminals who had massive amounts of money on their heads. They had been stuck in this town for three months trying to find them and even so they still had not been briefed about the contents of the crimes this group had committed, their real names, or their threat level. Their only way of finding them was tracing a web of illegal trades of guns and substances in places like these.

One thing was certain however, they were good and they were dangerous.

Alexander ran into the building immediately to notify the rest, as Thomas was busy trying to take pictures of their targets with a camera.

After a few minutes, a woman in a red dress came carrying a big black case and handed it over to Thomas. "I'm the bait, we don't have any time", she said. Thomas observed her, her messy, curly blond hair, and the makeup she wore, making it seem as if she had just come from a beating.

He nodded as he opened the black case to reveal a sniper rifle, a scope, and bullets. "Don't kill anything" he stressed out as she was leaving.

A group of three could be seen exiting the building shortly thereafter.

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A couple of hours later the operation had been concluded. A tall well built black man wearing a black suit and a white dress shirt came out of the bar, which had a glowing sign reading "AlcoWHore", carrying another man, dripping blood. "OH COME ON, YOU NEVER LET ME HAVE ANY FUN JOHN!" cried the voice of a woman behind him. He handed the man over to a team of paramedics as he furrowed his brows before turning around to reply to the woman who was now grasping at his bicep and pouting, "Isa, I always say this, but the moment you cross the line you're getting transferred to the institution".

As if to show that there was no room for a reply to this he signaled for the rest of the forces on the scene that they were done. Alex and Thomas were coming from the side street of the building each with a different object in their hands, a plastic pack with a white-yellowish powder inside and a flash drive. "Human traffickers," Isabella said, as John glanced at her with a questioning expression. She was smiling widely, her eyes gleaming disturbingly as she licked her lips.

And as the sounds of sirens were getting muffled in the distance, the eerie silence of the night started to fall over the empty street.