Death's still a mystery. But life, a little less so. Alone, we walk the Earth quiet. But together? As a team? Oh, we can do some shit awfully loud.
6 Underground, by OneThree little words have helped dictators rule: State-run television.
6 Underground, by OneOne: "We need you."
Four: "Of course you need me. I'm here."
Six: "Remind me, where the f-ck is here?"
Five: "She's lost a shit ton of blood!"
Two: "This isn't a shit ton."
Six: "Oh, it's leaking under my seat!"
Five: "I am judge of what's a shit ton."
This is the day I died three years ago, as far as anyone else knows. There was no eulogy. No wake. I became a ghost. But this isn't where the story really starts. No. That was four months ago, on my team's first mission.
6 Underground, by OneNever underestimate the power of a very nice suit.
6 Underground, by OneGhosts have one power above all others: to haunt the living. Haunt them for what they've done.
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