Night City
It's night time, the air is filled with the sounds of traffic and sirens of emergency vehicles being dispatched in the background. As the scene pans from the top of the skyscrapers of the megapolis, to the bottom of the streets where the dregs of society live underneath all the highways that cut through the city, a loud engine is heard followed by police sirens following after it.
From around the corner of one of the office buildings, a big reinforced and heavily modified semi-truck with a trailer attached is seen drifting around the corner of the four way intersection of the street; as the vehicle is driven into the other street, the trailer that is being pulled continues to drift along the street to the side until the driver turns the wheels to right itself out of the drift to continue on straight through the roads that lead towards an on ramp in the distance. Following after the large armored truck are several cop vehicles, desperately making the turn with some of the vehicles crashing in their attempt to make the sharp turn.
Inside the large armored truck, Franklin is seen cursing up a storm as he tries to drive the armored semi-truck. "You didn't say we'd get the entire force on our tails!" he accused the passenger to the right of him.
"Oh grow the fuck up and drive!" Trevor, the passenger, yelled back as he pulled out an injector gun, and stabbed it into his neck to inject himself with whatever cocktail was within it. "Oh yeah! Now we're talking! Hoo baby" he yelled in excitement as he rolled his window down and brought out a large gun with two separate barrels, he leaned out and fired at the authorities chasing after them. "Eat shit you corpos!" he roared out through the rushing wind, from out of the bottom barrel of his gun shot out an explosive rocket that collided into one of the cop cars.
With a massive explosion, an enormous blue fireball was created that caused the surrounding cop cars to be caught in the explosion as well; from out of the blue fireball of metal and asphalt, large swat vehicles breached out from the cloud of smoke and fire while smashing their way past the destroyed police vehicles.
While Franklin glanced into his side mirror as he drove to the on ramp to the highways, he cursed his luck. "Great! Now we have heavies on our tail!" he complained as he continued to drive.
Trevor swung his head around and glared at Franklin, "I don't pay you to complain! Just pay attention to what's in front of us Franklin!" Trevor yelled back while the sound of helicopters could be heard arriving on the scene as well. "Not another word." Trevor said to Franklin when he saw he was about to comment on their luck.
The sound of feet landing on the back of the trailer caused Trevor to growl in anger, "Hey!" he yelled out his window, "What the fuck you fucks think you're doing!? This is my property I stole legally." He yelled out his window, before angling his head back in. "WADE!" he yelled.
From out of the back cabin of the semi truck and pulling the curtains aside, Wade looked out from behind the curtains. "Yeah Trevor?" he asked, before being pulled by Trevor by his shirt.
"Get the fuck up here and start shooting, I have some tresspassers to greet." Trevor responded back with a bite to his tone while he thrust his gun into Wade's hands. As Wade was being pulled to the front, a person was seen working in the back of the cab with beakers and vials. While Trevor gave his gun to Wade to shoot out the window with, he leaned to look into the back of the semi truck, "Chef! How's my drug coming along? I'm running low here, and I'm seeing reality too quickly!" he yelled to the worker in the back.
Chef looked over his shoulder, "Oh, uh, here, just-" before he could warn Trevor of the side effects, Trevor climbed over to grab one of the finished products to put into his injector gun, before climbing back to his seat. "Now Gentlemen, excuse me while I greet our unwanted guests." he snarked out, before he began climbing out his window and onto the top of the truck.
While Trevor disappeared to the outside, his footsteps could be heard stomping across the roof. Wade looked over at Franklin as he held Trevor's gun close to his chest, "Uh, you think he'll be alright?" he asked Franklin.
Franklin sighed exhaustively, "He better, he still needs to pay me for this shitty package run." he groused as he drove the semi truck through a police blockage with caltraps, with a loud crash, Franklin bulldosed the truck through the blockade with no trouble with the tire traps. "Trevor wasn't messing around on the tires, none of them popped."
Meanwhile with Trevor, he guffawed in excitement as his shoes let off static electricity; his boots were magnetized to allow him to stick to the semi-truck with little to no trouble while he walked across the top. On the other end of the trailer was a swat team that managed to rappel down and land atop the trailer. "Hey fucks!" He yelled as he stormed over to the trespassers on his truck, "Welcome to casa de Trevor, step right up and I'll give you all a first class trip to hell, courtesy by me!"
As the swat team whipped out blades charged with electricity, Trevor gleaned a menacing grin back at them before stabbing his injector gun into his neck. "Come and fuck around! I give you all my first class treatment of fuck you!" he yelled as he roared out, his veins on his neck bulked up while his eyes became yellow. "Raagh!" Trevor roared as he sprinted towards the first swat member of the team.
With an attempt decapitation from the first swat member, Trevor raised his forearm up to block it; a clang echoed and his skin was shredded to show metal. "Ragh!" Trevor bellowed out a war cry as he grabbed the offending weapons with his now bionicle hand, and grabbed the man by his throat with his other free hand. "Hurk!" the man choked out, until Trevor squeezed more around his neck, before the man's head was pulled off and thrown into one of his teammate's face.
"Holy shit!" One of them screamed, all the while Trevor ducked another slice from one of the swat members; with his bionicle arm aimed at the man's chest, his arm transformed into a pulse blaster. With a loud boom, the man exploded in pieces of flesh, "Come on you fucks! Uncle Trevor's got more where that came from!" he boasted with a dark grin.
The two remaining swat team members looked at each other, before charging in at the same time, hoping two at the same time would work. Before both could approach Trevor any closer, his back sparked up before he disappeared from sight; in the next second he stood behind the two men with their weapons now in his possession.
"Hrup" "glurk" Both coughed up blood, until next their bodies exploded into cubes of flesh with blood splattering all over the place.
"Haha, Don't fuck with what you can't handle, ass hats!" Trevor grinned with mirth as the authorities ceased coming, and the semi truck continued to be driven into the vast expanse of the desert along the highway.