Day 10 was another choice. The chosen genre was 'Westerns'. The alternative topic was the Guys in White.

Guess what I chose. I was one of... two people? Yeah, two. Two of us who chose the GIW.

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Agents Q and Z were on a stakeout in the middle of an old cow pasture. Weeds grew high around their blind, the camo netting doing everything to hide them from the general populace but nothing to hide them from their mark.

It didn't matter how hidden they were, their mark knew they were there. He always knew. And he always flaunted that he knew by sending out a maid with a tray of tea and cookies at the beginning of their shift.

The tray was sitting on a card table, the cookies half-eaten and the tea drank. "Hey, Z, why do we even watch this guy, anyway?" Q asked.

Z sighed as he stared out at their mark's balcony with binoculars. He was standing there breathing the night air. "Don't tell me you don't know about Subject 613," Z said.

"Who?"

Z sat back and took a cookie from the tray. "Subject 613 was a long term possession case back in the '80s," he said. "Willing case. Yeah, I know, why would anyone do that. But the ghost had a possession contract with the guy. Not a whole lot we could do to break it."

"So why isn't he being studied or something?" Q asked. "Or dealt with? Surely we're not just letting him run around unchecked."

"Of course not," Z scoffed. "But he'd escaped high-security facilities twice by the time he got himself too well-known to go quietly. And before we could assassinate him properly the ghost... Well... Let's just say there's not much we can do about him now. Not with all our names on a contract in that ghost's hands."

"Not my name," Q said.

"Yes your name," Z said. "Every agent in the organization. Rumor has it the ghost has an artifact quill that writes down all our names when we sign up."

Q looked frightened. "And this guy we're watching. He's that powerful?"

"The ghost in him is."

Q picked up his binoculars and looked through them to their mark. Young-looking guy, long white hair. Black suit. Looked creepy enough but... "He looks so human," Q said.

"Don't let that fool you," Z said. "He could summon a lightning storm and electrocute us right here if he wanted to. You haven't seen real fear until you've seen those demonic red eyes burning into you like hot coals. And he's a scientist, too. He published reams of research back in the early '90s, advanced our understanding of ghosts almost ten years."

"I thought you said he was a businessman."

Z sat back and stole another cookie. "He is," he said. "One of the richest men in the country. We can't substantiate it but the Organization thinks he's using his ghost to give him an edge. He's taking heavy advantage of the recession, investing in everything he can get ahold of. When things pick back up he's going to be even richer. It's kind of disgusting if you think about it."

Q stared through his binoculars at the man on the balcony. He shivered as he could swear the man looked right at him and smirked before heading inside. And he'd thought staking out the old Dairy King castle would be easy...