6 Underground | Kissing death

Chapter two | Welcome Seven

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One had convinced Blaine into joining the team, to become a ghost. Blaine decided the way he went out, jumping from a boat so there were witnesses to believe in his death. It was unreal all the way up to the day he stood there watching his own funeral alongside One from the sidelines further away. Having enough they both made their way to leave.

"From now on, you will be known as Seven. I'm One." One informed Seven as they walked side by side away from the funeral.

"So, there's seven of us." Seven asked One since it made sense with the numbers.

"Well in this case yes, before there was also seven, then six and now you make it seven again." One replied back in an unbothered tone not elaborating on his confusing words.

✘✘ California desert AKA the haunted house ✘✘

"There's this trick that we all do to get through our day. We take a box and into that box, we place all the horrors of the world, all the wrongs humans do to one another. And then we close the box and pretend it doesn't exist. Only some of us spend too much time inside the box. We've lost our ability to pretend. We now there's too much unfinished business in this fucked up world. Our job as ghosts is to do the dirty work the living can't or won't. And we do it from here. This is our haunted house."

"It's a lot like the Bat cave, except it's nothing like the Bat cave. Seven, you're dead. You're gonna be restricted to cities that you've never visited before. People you've never met. All, of course, except your fellow ghosts. None of whom you'll know by name, only number, for safety, and so no one gets too close."

Everyone was in the main room where they held meetings, researched and did everything for preparations. One had been explaining to Seven how everything worked and what he'd have to start getting used too.

"Come over here." One requested already moving over to where he'd pointed expecting Seven to follow him. To which Seven did follow One, why wouldn't he.

"This is our target hit board. These nine men have been placing too much shit inside the box. So, now, they answer to us." One explained going over to a wall where Nine pieces of paper hid something behind them every one of them having a Roman numeral number on them. The others follow behind silently.

"Target number one; this prick." One revealed with a tone that held nothing but anger and disgust for the person as he removed the paper to reveal a picture of a man below it.

"First mission; the dictator of Turgistan, Rovach Asimov." One revealed who the man exactly was.

✘✘ A random diner ✘✘

The ghosts had made their way to a diner to order food, it was nice and empty which gave them enough privacy to talk about certain things.

"When you're dead, you get to stop all the bullshit. No more DMV lines, no more shopping Christmas-" Three started listing off positives to becoming a ghost to Seven but Four cut him off with adding on one of his own positives.

"Or backstabbing girlfriends." Four satisfied with that as he longed back in the booth chair, both arms resting on the top part.

"They should make an 'Out of office' reply for dead people. 'Sorry I'm away from the planet right now. I'm fucking dead'." Five spoke up this time getting a chuckle from Zero which was good enough for her.

"No more tax, no more criminal records, no more getting arrested by the pigs just for being naked or just usual stuff. You know, being naked, getting drunk. Casual stuff." Four continued listing positives off like what he was saying would relate to them all before taking a sip of his beer. Seven gave him a curious look but Four just shrugged.