High Hell sees you taking down the criminal overworld from the top of the world, as you shoot your way across rooftops in all of its screaming, laser-firing, twitch-shooting havoc.
It’s 1989, you’ve just thrown your leather jacket on, you can hear the thudding bass beats of one of Jasper Byrne’s hit tracks pulsating through your single pane window, coming from the nightclub two doors down. You grab a beer, drop your…