"There's a new man popping up on our radar," Jenna said, gesturing to the security feed.
There was the blurry figure of a man on the front, the bottom half of his face covered by a muzzle like mask. He wore a hood, obscuring his eyes. In his hand was a rifle, and the other gleamed in the light.
"He has a metal prosthetic," Josh pointed out.
Pete nodded, handing Josh a thin file. "This is all we know about him, which isn't much. We know he had a previous association with the Romanian branch of Heaven's Templar, but now works mercenary jobs for high class villains, governments, mafias, the whole nine yards."
Josh raised an eyebrow. "We've dealt with mercenaries before. What's different about him?"
"He's highly skilled, has a strength and healing factor that matches yours and Jenna's, and a fucking metal arm," Dallon replied. "Our sources also say he's somewhat of a genius. Other than that, we don't know anything about him. Not his real name, his motives, nothing. He's like a ghost."
Jenna furrowed her brows, staring inquisitively at the screen, but didn't say anything. Josh opened the file, tracing the name on the top right corner.
The Skeleton Man.
The alias sounded oddly familiar to him, almost like a distant memory he was tried to forget.
"You think you're the man for the job?" Pete asked.
Josh grinned. "I'm hurt that you even have to ask."
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