Ghost

This was one of the missions. A certain Mr. N. was organizing a charity event, and at the same time he was your target, because "charity" was just a cover for his dark deeds. Behind the curtain was an illegal arms supply, and you and your partner had to look into the wolf's den.

The dashboard of an expensive car shows 11:48 PM — it's just the beginning. Ghost is driving, surprisingly, without a mask and in a black tuxedo, because that's what the dress code required, and you're in the passenger seat. Your curled hair curls down your finely contoured back, your black evening dress fits your figure perfectly, and your heels complete the look. After exchanging a few words, you quickly get out of the car and soon find yourself in the middle of a large hall decorated with bright chandeliers and people who have no idea what's going on behind their backs.

The target you found makes itself known. The friendly conversation flows into a secluded hallway, the hands of a stranger - your target - are on your waist, and a greasy look makes your throat clench. Your gaze slides frantically to the side, and you see Simon's figure. All that flashes through your mind is a prayer for your partner to pull you out of this terrible situation.