BH: After a week of searchings on this cursed planet finally found my target. He's frequent, ehm, customer, at this brothel called "Lure"... Lustful bastard, and secretive one, I must say...
Got to the sky-parking across the street, found suitable place for "target practice" he-he. But something is wrong... Damn, a gunship! How the f... they found me? Well, I've got a surprise for you guys... Let's see what you're made of...
PS Totally tired of this... Sorry for some unfinished parts at this one, still hope you'll like it
Gunship and environment: [link]
PPS Fixed horns and some lightning