"It's confirmed. Ghost is in the old buildings of Lindberg School. This might be a trap. Be careful," Mendez said through the comm as he adjusted his grip on the motorbike throttle. The engine hummed beneath him as he took a hard turn. The rusted gates of the school loomed ahead.
Teenagers. Always thinking they're smarter than everyone else. He's probably planning to pick them off one by one. Naive, Mendez thought.
That boy surprised them the first time they met. But how could they let that happen again?
The bike skidded to a stop near the courtyard. He dismounted quickly. The place was quiet, but the pressure in the air told him something wasn't right. He gestured to two of the others who had arrived before him.
"Fan out. Keep your senses sharp. He's sneaky. Don't let your guard down."
They nodded and disappeared into opposite ends of the structure.
