"Silent but deadly, the shadows of night."

"Seeking vengeance with determination."

"Bullet or Blade?"

"Both are equally effective."

The clear sky above me is beautiful. Not a cloud in sight, and it's a lovely shade of blue. I'd spend more time here if...crap. I casually duck out of the way of a magic bolt. My pursuers still haven't given up, but I quickly dash into the depths of a forest attempting to lose them.

Reaching a cliff, I see a private transport in the distance. Oh? I think it belongs to the same company whom my pursuers belong to. Well..this should be fun. To avoid any conflict with my pursuers, I slide down the cliff towards the transport, and then I cast a spell to boost my jump towards my target.

"W..Who are you?!" screams a guard who just popped out of a hatch, and just as I landed. My answer? I drew my pistol and shot him right between the eyes. Then I follow his dead body back down into the transport. Inside, more guards armed with machetes are awaiting me. Unsheathing my knife, I initiate the conflict.

Not one of the guards survived. The metallic smell of blood was intoxicating, and the windows were caked in...people's insides. Sigh. I've become used to this sight. After, if you have to kill in multiple cases, you eventually learn to accept it. I don't think my mind can even feel the horror of killing anymore. Still….I need to kill the VIP or whoever on this train soon. Leaving the bloody mess alone, I dash through the train cars.

Only a few more guards were in the way before I reached a large platform carrying multiple crates. Trafficking? Or just regular goods? My thoughts on the contents of these crates are interrupted by two robotic sentinels. These robots are Haven models! Missile pods pop out of their backs, and I barely dodge. I'm in for a fight then. Using another magic infused jump I get the height advantage, all while pressing a button on my knife. It extends into the Midnight Justifier, a dual sided glaive with an ebony blade.

Unleashing the fury of the night's shadows, the robots go down fairly easily. Amidst the burning wreckage, I return my glaive to its knife form. I hear clapping. Turning around, a gruff looking man seems to be..pleased? No. I'm not taking any chances. Running towards the next car on the train, I topple over a few crates and such to slow him down. The man just casually dodges around them, but I'm able to deter him. Any potential contact I might've had with him is now shattered, as I detach the caboose with my knife. That man just fades into the distance now…

I had to jump off the train early, since an encounter with security would be really tedious right now. Besides, after getting blood on my hands, I want to eat something. Quickly sneaking into the town's district, I rummage through my pockets for some cash…...Nothing. My bag! Um..Nothing!

My frantic search yields a few coins. One dollar and twenty cents. Sigh...I should've waited for my paycheck before fighting a bunch of train guards. So now I've taken shelter in a dark alleyway, accompanied by the growling of my stomach. Just as I'm about to try and sleep, something thin slaps me across the face and sticks on me! I wheeze and scramble to remove it. Woah. It's a twenty dollar bill. What? Where?

"Hey Ben! It's been a while!" comes a familiar voice. I tilt my head up, to see a figure cloaked in crimson. Heh. I can always get help from Chris if I need it.