--I am going to be writing a succession of chapters to this. I'll be making this up as I go, and I'm not relatively new to Starcraft lore. If there's anything out of canon here or such, please inform me!-- Ch. 1 It started just like every other day of his life, waking up with a strange woman next to him. Abu looked around, suddenly sitting erect in his bed as the dim morning light shone faintly into his room. The light scattered and dilated due to the blinds that covered the thin glass windows, a woman sighing softly next to him in the sheets; sound asleep. Rubbing his head, he stood up. Not exactly the tallest men, in fact he was quite short for his age and gender; a rather unimposing 5'4. Seeming to be more fit for being a denizen of monkeys rather than humans, due to his overly hairy features over his body; and his height. That too. He had brown hair that always seemed that it was never washed, his eyes a terrifying hazel that stared into the very souls of those whom he set his eyes on. Always fixed on something, never wandering mindlessly. Scratching his overly-scruffy cheek, he turned his attention back to the strange woman; not sure exactly who she was. However he had a pretty good guess, and it was probably right---just some random prostitute. She rubbed her eyes, suddenly waking up the second Abu's feet crashed upon the rag carpeting that covered the floor. "Hey there sweety, how's my Abu doing?" His eyes flared, he must have been smashed the night before. His hand slammed the table next to the bed, a small latch opening and a pistol coming out. He instantly turned and shot the girl right between the eyes in a lightening fast motion. Her body fell off the edge of the bed, tumbling down lifelessly. Abu rather nonchalantly slipped the pistol in a rudimentary use of a 'holster' - the back of his boxers strapped snugly in place. Gripping the naked woman by the back of her hair and tugging the body up over his shoulder, her blood dripped softly on his rug as he carried her. He moved towards a small kitchen in the next room, an unclean mess of a room hardly deserving the former title. He opened the window, stuffed the girl in a leather bag; proceeding to toss her out in a nicely placed dumpster twenty floors below. As he was dressing up for his normal 'work', a knock thundered on the wooden door of his apartment. He was only dressed in his casual pants and boots, the kind of boots seen in 21st Century militaries; but quite common in these days among collectors. Tugging his shirt on, Abu walked over to the door and glanced through the peephole; just a man of middle age and a child. He quickly opened the door and stood in the doorway, providing little insight of what may be inside to the two. "What do you want?" his voice rumbled out, far deeper and raspy than one would expect for someone of his stature. His eyes glared with annoyance, as if the two were a nuisance in there very existance alone. The child stumbled with his words, "W-we heard a n-noise mister.." the boy whimpered out, the father nodding in agreement. Abu sighed, waving his hand, "Something went awry with my cooking, sorry." He gave them no time to object to the facade, quickly turning and shutting the door. Checking the peephole, the father shrugged and walked away. However, it wasn't casual and Abu caught this. He rushed, dressing quickly and slipping on his body armor; concealing it behind his vest and getting his dual pistols and slipping them in the back of his pants, along with some small grenades and the like. He looked just like a regular civilian, except with secret guns and the like. The door knocked again three times, as Abu rushed for his window. The door slammed open, practically off its hinges as a voice screamed out, "POLICE. DON'T MOVE." He slipped out his window and closed it, hanging on the edge, twenty floors above the ground that he needed for escape. The police swarmed into the room, rifles in hand as they searched. A bomb lay under his bed, nothing much but enough. As Abu gripped a water pipe on the side of the building to scaffle down, he activated a trigger on his belt. A small beep emitted from under the sheets as the officers swarmed around it, guns aimed as the leader screamed again, "COME OUT!" Suddenly it exploded, the entire apartment (and the floors above and below respectively) crumpled into dust. Abu sliding down the pipe and onto the ground as he looked around frantically. He ran out and began to blend in with the crowd, quickly making his way as the sirens of backup and firemen arriving to assist. He knew he was wanted, and he had to keep his head down. As he approached a shop, Abu made a fatal error; he bumped into another officer that was mixed into the fray of the crowd. An honest mistake, but a large mistake nonetheless. The officer turned and instantly recognized him, not engaging however. Abu rushed for a shopping centre, hoping for the most possible people possible and he was in luck: Morning shopping rush. Hundreds of people swarmed in and out of the store as dozens and dozens of officers followed in close behind. Moving up the steps with upmost haste, the first shot was fired: It rang out as the civilians ducked down in fear. The shot missed Abu of course, slamming into a small child next to him as it penetrated his heart. His mother wept over the body, however none seemed to care. Abu turned to return fire, four shots ringing out and taking out two of the officers. He continued up the stairs, as four more officers came out in front of him and shot him in the right leg. Abu screamed out in pain, falling right onto his face instantly. Rolling into it, he unloading both pistols in the officers in front of him; killing all four in one fatal stroke. Turning, he unloading his guns on the other approaching backup, killing off a few more until he ran out of ammo--it had to happen eventually. He was swarmed in seconds, looking up with struggling and furious eyes filled with angst. A boot rose above his head, and stomped down on his face.
Well I was hoping that I could make it so the reader could infer later on with the "he was obviously wanted" and whatnot when he was packing up hastily that he was, well, wanted. I would assume something along the lines of he didn't want some random girl knowing who he was, and where he's been. Of course that was all in vain after he was inevitably caught; but yeah.
