Maybe I should explore the solo life... this city is a cruel mistress. I gave her my soul but she keeps on asking for more. Heck, I sometimes wonder if my work does any difference... Crime is like weed , the more you cull it the stronger and more numerous it becomes. I remember when I first started this job, I was a naive sort... Head full of lofty ideals like cleansing the city of its filth, making the streets safe for its citizens.... I beleived I could do it, as If I was some sort of super hero. I joined the boys in blue, top of my class even and was assigned with this sarge, the man reeked of nicotin and alcoholic stench. I was not fond of him, but he was a good man at heart. Always trying to help those around him, anyways one day we were doing our nightly patrol and stumbled upon a group of thugs, all wearing yellow jackets and sunglasses, beating on a gentleman. I stopped the car and was ready to intervene when I felt an arm on my shoulder, my partner whom I trusted told me to let this one go and even gave me a piece of advice... to never get in the way of the Yellow Jackets... a few months passed by and I was getting used to the job, me and the old man were a terrific duo. Anyways, I dropped him home and was going to my favorite bar when I stumbled upon an group of fellas surrounding a girl with knives in their hands.
They were yellow jackets, the old man told me to not get in their way and I tried to abide by that request but there was always this nagging feeling I had deep within my head that was crying out to me, calling me a hypocrite and a monster for ignoring crime right before my eyes and pretending all is well. Well, the voice wasnt wrong, this case is different the woman is in danger and I have to help! And so I stepped in, fought off the thugs... heck even arrested one of them and brought him to the station expecting applause and cheers but all I received was shocked faces and panicked looks once the desk officer learned of his name.... Turns out this person was the son of a very very influencial man nicknamed The Hornet that basically had the entirety of the elite of this city under his pocket, the commisionner included , he was untouchable . And so his son walked away scott free...
The next morning, my partner was found dead.. strangled in his appartment. His wife and kids laying lifeless next to him. The woman that I saved? Never head from her again. And as for me? I was fired, fired for doing the right thing... fired for tried to make this city a better place. As I was roaming aimlessly accross this dimly lit metropolis of sin. I swore revenge, for as long as I live I will find the Hornet and destroy him.
