Chapter Four: Fifty Million Dollars

"Because I cannot expose them alone." Her voice dropped. "I have evidence, sources, names. Every time I move toward publication, editors get pressured, servers get burned, sources get killed. I need someone they cannot silence." "You need a gun." "No." Sophia looked straight at him. "I need Ghost." A faint scrape of metal came from the tunnel. Ethan pulled Sophia behind a pillar. The first round cracked through the spot where she had been standing and shattered the ticket screen. Four men wearing night optics advanced from both ends of the platform. Sophia's breath tightened. "They followed me?" "They follow everyone." Ethan killed the platform power. The emergency lights died. Darkness dropped, and he moved inside it.