Stormwind, night. A shadowy figure running through the streets, blood dripping from a wound in his shoulder. Chasing him are two other shadows, each brandishing a handgun. One of them took aim and fired. A perfect hit. The runner fell to his knees, an open wound in his back. Quickly running up to him, the second pursuer dragged him up on his feet, pointed her gun at his forehead, and squeezed the trigger. Once almost perfectly silenced bang, and he was dead.
Chapter One: InvestigationsEdit
"This be a murder, alright," said Chief Inspector Rimehammer in his heavy Modanic accent. "Several gunshot wounds, including tha killing un. This was nay a robbery. I'd bet me family warhammer that this was a professional hit."