Targeted

Slow down, there, kid.

I ain't about to hurt you. Sit down, you look like you've been running. It's okay, now, you're out of their turf. They aren't kind to new folks. I take it you got that.

They're the Ton DC gang. I used to be with them, back before the gunner.

Haven't heard of that, have you? Yes, I know what the news said, but you haven't heard what actually happened.

Have you ever heard of Lexa Green?

No?

Well, you're about to.

Lexa Green was nothing. Nothing meaning something. She was the most talked about person in Washington DC while simultaneously being the most unknown. Stories run rampant in the streets, you ought to know that. It's tough out there if you don't got your wits about you, and Lexa Green was the best. There's a reason she ran the High Streets. She was unfailingly charming while also being the scariest person you'd've ever met. Until she fell for a hired hand, Clarke Griffin, the best shot in the states, and I'm not exaggerating. When people get "disappeared", she was the reason. Never a surer shot. When the only female leader to ever exist in the great 'Ton DC falls for the hired hand hired to kill her? Well... That's where things get interesting.

Get comfortable; you opened a can of worms. I'm about to share with you a story that changed the face of Washington DC, probably for good.

What? Who am I? Well, call me a ghost of a person, because I ain't who I was.