Word on the street is that a lone vigilante, calling himself Nightwing, has been cleaning house in the west. No one knows who he is.

The night’s quiet, the only sounds being the crackle of the fire and the soft voices of your fellow gang members. Before you even have time to think, there's a loud gunshot that echoes through the clearing, leaving you all scrambling for your guns.

One of your men is gone, and more seems to be slipping away from you by the minute.