Ghost chuckled, shaking her head. "No need for games. Getting info is fun enough for me." Ghost said, her copy heading towards Room 7.<br/><br/>"Alright, I got the info. Remember, I'll scout it the room out, and see what he used. Once I found out, Smiles busts in and gets rid of it, if he can. Then Shark grab him, and Wasps knocks him out." She explained, turning towards the room. It was time to show<span style="font-style: italic">why </span>she was part of this group.<br/><br/>Scaring people into giving her info<br/>---<br/><br/>It was an average day for the drug lord. Made some deals, shipped out some drugs, ruined lives, and made some money. Any day which money was made was a good day, but the warm feelings a good day would normally bring were missing. Replaced by a sense of dread and coldness. An attempt was placed on his life, and though it had been prevented, it still told him his enemies were getting braver. What else would they try?<br/><br/>"Well... as long as I have you, no cyborgs can touch me." He said with a deep chuckle, reaching for something.<br/><br/><br/>"As long as you have<span style="font-style: italic">what</span>, exactly?"<br/><br/>The man jumped, placing a hand over his chest, looking up at the ghostly figure in front of him. "W-who the hell are you! Get out! GUARDS?" He yelled, frantically grabbing over his body, trying to find where his prized gun.<br/><br/>"Your guards are dead." A voice said. It was a rough voice, like the person it came from was suffering. It also, somehow, sounded distant, yet  too close to the drug lord for his comfort. "And soon...you will be as well." It continued, the two eye-like orbs of white looking directly into his eyes. "I have come for you. For your sins." It said, holding out a long, crooked finger.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Ghost was giggling like a mad woman, having too much fun. "He's SO FREAKED out!" She told the others. "Okay, okay, time to get serious."<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAK." The drug lord screamed, finally finding his gun and firing it. His skin turned white when the bullet just passed though the ghost, as he dropped the gun in shock.<br/><br/>"What did you USE!?" The ghost suddenly asked, it's voice now a symphony of many deep cruel-sounding voices, given an netherworld echo. "What did you use to kill the assassin?"<br/><br/>"THIS! I-i used this!" The drug lord whined, taking out a small, silver disk. It was smooth and thin, with a blue button in the center. Ghost looked at it, trying to find anything about it.<br/><br/>"...Don't mess with m-"<br/><br/>The druglord suddenly reached froward, pushing the bottom, smirking as a pulse was sent out from it. "And that solves that." He smiled, leaning back, going back to work. He took out some paper, writing something done on it. "I think Jackson wanted a shipment...Tuesday works, yeah..." He muttered to himself, completely ignoring Ghost.<br/><br/>"....?" Ghost was silent, completely confused at this point. Was the disk the thing? It didn't DO anything, so why was he so calm? Just as she was about to mention something, there was a popping sound.<br/><br/>And another. And another. And suddenly even more. And without warning, she lost contract with her hologram, as it just disappeared.<br/>---<br/><br/><br/>"Okay, he has it. WHATEVER he just did, it completely wiped out my hologram. It's dangerous." She said, turning to the others.  "Smiles, it's a small silver disk on his table. You get rid of it, and I'll make SURE your next paycheck is a big one." She added. Whatever it was, it was electromagnetic in nature, judging from the pulse. But a simple EMP wouldn't knock out a cyborg, that was one of the first defenses put into place.<br/><br/>"Okay...on the count of three, I open the door, and you three head in."<br/><br/>She cut the wires on the door, and place her hand on the handle.<br/><br/>"One...two....three!"<br/><br/><br/>And now the mission rested on the rest of them.