A girl died a while back in the Glen. Her name was Rosita. I knew her. Seventeen years old, picture-perfect smile. Got hit by a car while she was crossing the road. I saw the CCTV - almost tore her legs off clean. If she'd've gotten to the emergency room sooner, she might've lived. Who knows. But it was the middle of the night, empty street. Driver fled the scene.
Soon enough, the NCPD found our culprit. Lady's named Tucker Albach, vice managing director or something at Kiroshi. Her insurance covered vehicular manslaughter so as far as the NCPD's concerned - she's off the hook. Only punishment she got is her insurance raising her premium. Hardly a slap on the wrist.
Over my dead body. This isn't what justice is supposed to look like. Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, hand for a hand, wound for a wound. Rosita wants Tucker gone, and you're gonna pull the trigger.