<div class="floatleft">(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRgGc-diiifU-LW1ox7-5Pin9LxM-EKrZVTIh8etJcPKvEd-Lkn&amp;t=1)</div>Sergeant Grunbaum was the area supervisor for Estavayer-Le-Lac's quieter residential district. It was a plumb job. There was rarely any trouble, and so the lost-contact report that landed on his desk for two of his officers was something he didn't really think much about. He drove to the area they'd been on patrol in, not even bothering to put on his body armour.<br/><br/>There was no sign of the two officers, but a car he'd not seen before was parked on the street. He got on the radio, speaking in German, "Central, run a check for me on a vehicle". He read off the licence plate. Sure enough the check came back positive. Vehicle reported stolen. "Hmm. I wonder what it's doing here..." He carefully put a pair of rubber gloves on, to avoid leaving his own DNA on the vehicle and tried the doors.<br/><br/>Grunbaum was not a bad officer, nor was he careless, he was just not used to dealing with mercenary groups like Iron Fist.<br/><br/>As he opened the trunk of the car, the explosion ripped his chest to shreds. He died instantly.