This wasn't looking good. 

Before the sun could even rise, he had awoken to a spirit floating at the foot of his bed. At one point, in another life, this sort of thing might have disturbed him. The supernatural was nothing new to Ghost now. The dead, and death, wasn't something he feared. He had learned, over time, that spirits were merely restless souls with a job left unfinished. This particular soul's mission was to deliver a message: It was happening again. 

Ghost had left the tower on his own. This business hit close to home for him and it only felt right to take care of it personally. There was once a madman that took it upon himself to cross the ethical lines of science and experiment on human subjects. That man was rotting in prison, but hadn't worked alone. Now, apparently, one of his old colleagues was at it again. He was picking victims and ruining lives right here on their home turf. 

With the spirit's guidance, finding the hidden facility had been the easy part. The spirit could go no further once they reached the inside. Ghost was okay with that; the soul deserved rest now that their unfinished business was done. Now alone, he was left to slither through the shadows and see exactly how big this operation was. 

The facility was hidden under an old factory. It went down for miles underground. He wasn't sure just how far from the surface he was when he stumbled onto the horrors that now rooted him in place. A large atrium opened up a floor below him. From the catwalk, Ghost watched in silence as massive, grotesque creatures were chained up, some kind of device strapped to their heads. Mind control? And what were these things? They looked vaguely human, but distinctly alien as well. Hybrids? Whatever they were, there was an army of them. Who exactly was their creator planning on waging war against? 

That was a question for later. It was clear that Ghost was out of his league now. He had to call in the team. Quietly, he tapped the comm link on his wrist awake and called the tower. 

[color=A9A9A9]"Titans, I've made a disturbing discovery. This is a request for backup. My coordinates are incoming." [/color]

The transmission was cut short by a piercing, animalistic screech and a curse, followed by static.