There is an organization called the Justifiers. They are known in very few circles. Their main aim is to take out agents of another little known organization called the Network. Some believe that they are justice bringers, avenging those killed in Network operations. Others believe that they are assassins, who kill only for money and glory.

Whatever their affiliations, they have one agent who outshines the rest. He goes by name of Nightbringer, and ruthlessly pursues any Network agent he is sent to find. But...he wasn't always a Justifier. Once...Once, he was a teenager by the name of Frank Hardy.

17 year old Joe Hardy looked up the dark alley and smiled. Quietly, he walked towards the shadowed figure at the top of the alley. As he got closer, he bit his lip, trying to contain his laughter. The figure was still seemed to be unaware of his approach. Joe snuck closer, then closer still. Then he shot a hand out and grabbed the figure's shoulder.

The figure started, then grabbed Joe's hand and flipped him onto his back. Joe lay there, laughing loudly at the look on the face of his year older brother. Frank shook his head in exasperation. "Joe, what do you think you're doing?"

"Scaring the wits out of you," Joe replies, breathless from laughter. Frank scowls in mock exasperation. "Well, now that you've done that, can we continue searching?"