Under ghost protocol...

'now you are under ghost protocol
That's the President's call...'
The secretary stated
And cast a sweeping glance...
Outside the light from towers danced
And the car ran really fast...

He knew that could be the last
Mission of sorts
For him...
'but needed a team
Of four
One analyst...
One operator...
One stinger...'
He declared
Thinking seriously;

'and the bee?'
The secretary patted his coat
And underneath the seat
He showed the box
Silver...
Coded chips levered;

'that would be you...'

Saying this he
The secretary
Placed the map...
And then the car stopped
And the op
Started...

He getting down
From the car
Took the alley to the town...

The evening was definite
And with all parameters designed
For the mission...

He walked
Through the alley
The rundown houses...wareshops
A crowd of people...a melee...

He walked...
His mind had nothing in it
Only the mission
And that particular street
Where he could find the code
And so he strode...
Alone
But sure...
Like a ghost
Almost...