The Ghost turned his back to the Green Skull after he put a hand on his shoulder. "Relax Mikhail. We're all on the same side here. We can help each other. And don't worry, your identity is safe with me, I'll take it to the grave if you don't wish the others to know. Same as I'll do for all the others." The Ghost didn't hesitate a slight millisecond. A knife was at Green Skull's throat with the blink of an eye. Green Skull knew his address, his name, what was next? His background? His nationality? It was at the moment where a few others were speaking up and a bike slammed through the entrance of the door. His eyes drew over to the man on the motorcycle.
He quickly whispered, in his thick Russian accent, "I would be careful if I were you Green Skull, you already know too much as it is." He was loud enough for only Green Skull to hear. His knife was sheathed just as fast as it was whipped out to Green Skull's neck. The man on the motorcycle was telling them a situation that was going on just a mile North of there position. He was in it to help the cops. Whether he made the team or not didn't matter. He snatched one of those watches and put it on quickly. He just nodded towards L33t as a thank you and with that he was gone. He would be on the scene fairly quickly.
