Obligatory Tank Chase
The reports of a tank rampaging through Jump City had been enough to clear the streets. People, reasonably, wanted nothing to do with that. Let the cops or whoever dealt with renegade tanks handle the situation. It was late at night, so hunker down and wait it out. Who knows, maybe the Teen Titans would handle it?
Skidding around a corner, the T-car valiantly raced away and down the street just as the road behind them exploded. Flames billowed out as smoke obscured everything until the tank chasing after the vehicle tore through it.
There were quite a few screams inside the car. The most urgent came from Kid Flash who was gripping at his injured leg. Cyborg's driving was not gentle whatsoever but for understandable reasons. The sharp turns and sudden stops that were done to avoid all the artillery being shot at them was not a good thing for that leg.
After the most recent cry of pain, Red Robin found himself looking over both his shoulder and the seat he was in to get a look at the speedster behind him. No one needed this, especially Kid Flash.
His eyes snapped over to the girl in the middle seat. "Raven, how much power do you have?"
The empath met him look for look. "Depends. I'm almost depleted as is."
"You have enough for the car and everyone inside of it?"
Not missing a beat, "Hardly."
"Enough for you and one person?"
"Barely."
"Then get yourself and Kid Flash out of here. We'll figure out something with the tank," he ordered.
A nod answered him. Dark eyes began to glow black, then her body radiated the same glow. It stretched out, wrapped around Kid Flash, then sank downwards until there was no sign of either of the two Titans.
"And how about the rest of us?" Wonder Girl added in her two cents.
A wild swerve to avoid the detonation of a shell fired out of a tank turret interrupted him. As Cyborg got the T-car under control, Red Robin did something he hadn't done yet this night.
Reaching up, he snagged a dangling clip and pulled it over his torso until he clicked it into a buckle, securing the seat belt.
"Buckle up."
Flashes from behind revealed a new tactic Deathstroke was trying. Bullets whizzed around the fast moving vehicle, some of them bouncing off the protective shell that made up the T-car's exterior.
"Motherfucker is shooting at us!" Cyborg exclaimed. "Like hell he's ruining the paint job!"
The steering sharply spun, and so too did the rest of the world. Now the masked teen had a hand pressing down on the curled up green body of Beast Boy's cat form while his other hand reached up and grabbed the overhead handle. You know, the "oh shit!" handle.
The gear shifted, and now they were driving in reverse with a clear view of the tank chasing them through the windshield. Buttons on the dash depressed themselves, Cyborg operating everything remotely through his cybernetic body.
From the T-car's headlights, twin stinger missiles fired out, zipping their way right for their hulking adversary. Gunfire redirected towards the missiles but were unsuccessful as the first struck the front of the tank, fire and smoke blocking the military machine from sight. The second missile disappeared into that cloud, with a boom indicating that it had struck its target.
"Boom, baby!" Cyborg crowed.
The tank emerged from the smoke without losing any speed.
"Fail!" Beast Boy called out from Red Robin's lap.
"Shut up!" Cyborg roared back. A switch flipped and along the edges of the car's hood, two long barrels reared up. Rapidfire bullets sprayed the front of the advancing tank even as the car continued to drive in reverse.
"What are you doing?" Wonder Girl demanded from the back.
"What's it look like?" Cyborg retorted as he kept the vehicle steady. It was pretty impressive, to be honest.
"Are you shooting bullets? Bullets don't work on tanks! Everyone knows that!" the armor-wearing blonde exclaimed.
"Well you never know!" was the rebuttal from the cyborg.
Meanwhile, the two rectangular protrusions extending out from the tank's body began to tilt back. Square-shaped hatch covers unlatched and fell open, revealing several missiles that began firing out with a take a guess which target they were after.
"Crap!" Cyborg swore as he spun the car around once more and now they were back into the drive gear. Behind them, several missiles were closing in. The accelerator pedal depressed towards the floor by itself, then got assistance when a titanium foot pressed down on it. The engine roared as the car picked up speed.
The weaving came next as they took evasive maneuvers. Driving too close to a parked car had one of the missiles hitting and annihilating the bystanding vehicle, but that meant there was one less rocket chasing them. From right to left did the car change lanes, moving into the wrong lane that was for oncoming traffic.
A streetlight became the second victim, an explosion enveloping it. An upcoming intersection promised a way out of this particular chase and Cyborg took it. Red Robin found his body pressing into the door beside him and that was with the seat belt restraining him to his seat. Tires were squealing as rubber burned against asphalt, but the turn was made and they were out of danger.
Until the missiles made the turn too. They must be homing missiles and locked on to them. Well that was great, wasn't it?
"You got something for this kind of situation?!" the masked teen exclaimed, one arm wrapped around and pressing a certain shapeshifter to his torso.
Cyborg glanced to the rearview mirror and scowled. Then he grinned. The side mirrors on either side of the car lifted upwards as two more thin barrels extended out of the car. Unlike the turrets on either side of the hood, these barrels rotated until they were aimed towards the back. Thin lasers fired, striking and slicing into the pursuing missiles.
One detonated in the air which disrupted the flight paths of the other missiles. One hit the pavement and blew up. Another parked car was not spared by a second missile. A third tried to correct itself but it got the street just behind the T-car, and flames washed over the back bumper. This left two more which were able to straighten out.
The lasers sliced into one of them, and the detonation was expected there. That last one remained dogged and was closing in. Seeing which side of the car the missile was closest to, Red Robin spat out an order, "Lower Starfire's window. Starfire, take it out!"
Cyborg grimaced, but the window next to Starfire lowered. Understanding what needed to be done, the Tamaranean stuck her arm out of the window and fired off a Starbolt. That took care of the remaining missile.
"You know I had that one, right?" Cyborg sulked from the driver's seat.
"What, you wanted me to have Starfire break the window?" Red Robin quipped back.
"My friends," Starfire cut in, "we are still being followed."
Indeed they were, that tank had not fallen too far behind. In many ways, it was worse than the missiles. Hopefully they were exhausting it. It couldn't hold all the ammunition in the world, could it?
These children were proving to be exceptionally resilient. Deathstroke could appreciate that since it tended to make things interesting.
However, this vehicle didn't have all the ammunition in the world so a missile that didn't hit it was a missile wasted. Bullets that didn't hit the tires were spent and unusable. Still, there were a few more tricks it had.
The assassin reached a hand and flipped a few switches. Next was a button. Then he raised a hand up to lower a small screen that hung suspended in the air just in front of his left eye. Normally it would be the right, but that was long gone and accommodations were needed to be made.
The car those Titans were fleeing in was dead ahead. Let's see how they liked this.
"Why is it glowing?" Beast Boy asked. His feline form was stretched, paws resting on Red Robin's arm, while his small green head peeked over the passenger seat.
The large turret at the front of the tank, short and rectangular, had a glow emitted from the circular interior of the turret. That was something new.
"I'm picking up an energy signature," Cyborg reported. "It's—aw shit!"
Speed was picked up and the right turn was made just as an large electrical bolt fired from the tank's turret. This blast was quick, not quite lightning quick, and had smaller bolts splitting off from the main beam and striking everything around it. The right turn had been made just in time as the bolt flashed past them, burning the air. In its wake, every building was shutting off, losing lights and going dark.
"That was a damn EMP!" Cyborg roared. "Where'd he get that?!"
"EMP." Starfire repeated.
"Electromagnetic pulse! He just shut off power for nearly two city blocks—four! And counting!" Cyborg continued to exclaim.
Ah, so Deathstroke had been trying to shut down the car. Red Robin hated to admit it, but that had been pretty smart. It would have left them vulnerable to being crushed under the tank's wheels.
"Can't this thing take a hit like that?" Wonder Girl questioned.
"Do you want to find out?" Cyborg retorted.
Silence was a good enough answer.
Up ahead, flashing red and blue. JCPD's finest were heading their way. It wasn't quite the relief you might imagine. If anything, Red Robin felt dread in his gut. Could the police stand a chance against the juggernaut that was after them?
As the tank drove into view, making the turn, you could see the cop cars screeching to a stop. These vehicles had only just started going in reverse when the T-car zoomed past them. Red Robin turned in his seat, trying to keep his eyes on the patrol cars.
They were moving as fast as they could, but they didn't have the same skills that Cyborg had with driving in reverse. The tank was closing in on the cops and when neither of the vehicles could veer out of the way in time, the front of the tank slammed into them. These two vehicles were knocked out of the way in one case and driven over in the second. More emergency vehicles were coming onto the scene now and braking as quick as they could. Some were lucky, some had the fronts of their cars scraped, and others were knocked out of the way or driven over.
"We got to move this," Red Robin stated as he turned back around in his seat, facing Cyborg now.
"We'll need some distance," Cyborg grunted. "Guess it's time to test this out."
Test what out? What was he talking about? Was there some other feature in this car that he didn't know about?
The trunk popped up, blocking some of the view out of the back window. There was a squealing hum that could be heard from behind the back seat, but what it could be was anyone's guess. Cyborg had hidden something in the trunk, hadn't he? Hadn't he? Something to be used in case of an emergency like this?
Starfire was looking worried. Wonder Girl looked as if she was expecting the back seat to suddenly be set on fire. A curious green cat also known as Beast Boy couldn't take his eyes off the back seat. Red Robin just wanted to know what was going on.
"What is this?" he demanded.
"Watch and find out," the cybernetic young man chuckled as another switch flipped on its own.
What none of them could see thanks to the trunk's lid was from the bottom where one would expect to find a spare tire, instead two rectangular boxes began to rise up. One end was raised higher than the other, necessary so the opening in the short side had a clear view of the trunk's mouth. There was something wedged in, black in color, but otherwise nothing that hinted at what it could be.
There was a shudder as something was fired out of the back, flying up and high over the road while the tank was incoming, still in its path. It struck the tank's head where it immediately splattered. It was a black substance, kinda like paint but there was no way it could be ordinary paint. Right?
The tank was slowing down, veering left and right as if the assassin within couldn't see. A chortle came from the driver's seat, the car's creator pleased with his work.
"Was that it?" Wonder Girl said dumbly.
"I thought it was going to do a lot more," Beast Boy admitted.
"Always critics," Cyborg muttered, but then he smiled grimly. "Alright, boys and girls, hold tight. We're about to go somewhere a bit less crowded."
It shouldn't be too surprising that the T-car had nitrous in it. The engine roared as speed increased dramatically, and Red Robin found himself gripping the overhead handle once more. G-forces were started to push his body back into his seat, and a cat body closer into his torso.
Streetlights on either side of the road were passing by so fast, it was blink and you missed them. The same for intersecting streets until a sharp turn was made. The back of the T-car was jackknifing but Cyborg was fully in control as he continued to race off. He'd make another turn and then another, weaving through streets and any other cars that happened to be on the road. Also ran some red lights, in case you were wondering.
It felt like Cyborg was trying to get them lost. Maybe that was the point. If they didn't know where they were, then the Terminator didn't.
Slow speed, no sense crashing into anything that wasn't on purpose. You hit something the wrong way and the next thing you knew, you were flipping over. There were no treads on this tank, so there were vulnerabilities to exploit if one knew how.
Clever, though, blinding him. No way to see through the regular methods. If you thought this was going to stop him…
Of course such a possibility had occurred to him. Him and the guy who built this. Call it a bonus for a job well done after decapitating him. It might have sat in storage collecting dust for a while, but it finally had its time to shine.
Tapping at a monitor, he changed the picture on it until he could get a view of the street in front of him. There was a camera lens located on the front, small and unobscured by whatever was covering the top. The monitor was smaller than his previous view, but it would have to do for now. Scrapping whatever crap this was was going to be a bitch, he just knew it.
Hmm, the Titans were nowhere in sight. Once more, easily remedied. To his right was a small set-up, portable computer with an equally portable keyboard. He tapped at it, waiting until—and there they were. That was some distance there. Catching up was going to be a problem.
Well, unless he took a less than typical route.
The tank surged forward and made a left, ignoring anything and everything that got in its way. This was deliberate and not an accident.
A turn at a T-intersection had them heading down yet another street, buildings lining their backs and moving further away. Cyborg had let off the nitrous and was letting the T-car slow a little naturally. All those turns, wide and sharp, slipping around and through the little traffic that sought to be obstacles, and now finally the open road ahead.
"Everybody still in one piece?" Cyborg called from the driver's seat.
"My body remains intact and without life threatening injury," Starfire responded after she did a once over of her person.
"Who taught you how to drive?" Wonder Girl asked, ignoring the welfare check.
Cyborg shrugged titanium shoulders. "Self-taught."
"That explains a lot," the armored blonde muttered. Aloud, "I'm fine."
Red Robin almost had to pry his fingers off the overhead—fine, let's call it what it really was, the "oh shit" handle, but he was able to lower his arm all the same. "It might be a while before I go on a roller coaster, but I'm good. Beast Boy?"
Green paws were spread out with little claws digging into his uniform. Fur was standing on end, and slit-shaped pupils were round and big. "I think I'm gonna be sick."
"Not in the car," Cyborg commanded. "Not unless you want to pay the cleaning bill."
It was hard to say if Beast Boy was green in the gills, but motion sickness aside, they were all still alive. They had a chance for a breather and to plan their next steps. First and foremost, they were going to have to deal with that tank and take it out of commission. So far, it had a lot of deadly goodies on it with their names on it. That was going to need to be changed, but how?
Maybe Cyborg had the right of it. He took out visuals with whatever experimental weapon he had in the trunk. Speaking of which, where exactly were the spare tire and carjack located? It would be a shame to get a flat tire now of all times. But anyway, neutralizing anything that tank could throw at them would be a good start. It would limit what the Terminator could do and make him all the more predictable.
"Well, I think we lost him," Cyborg continued speaking. "Any idea—"
Behind them, back at the T-intersection, the front of a building broke open, debris flung outwards as the enemy tank tore through it. It bounced on protected wheels, but showed no signs of instability as it raced after them.
"—you've gotta be kidding me."
The T-car sped up, trying to put more distance between them and their pursuer. Just as they had shook him, there he was. What else could they do?
Vision sharpened both by adrenaline and desperation, Red Robin saw an option. "Up there! The alley! It's too narrow for it to fit!"
"It's almost too narrow for us!" Cyborg exclaimed.
"You got any better ideas?" the masked teen snapped.
Swearing, the cybernetic young man narrowed his human eye as the wheel began to turn sharply. So too did the rest of the car, enough that they were starting to dovetail, and then they were entering the narrow confines of the alley. Junk was struck by the car's front bumper and the determined wheels ran over anything in their way.
Looking back through the rear mirror, there was no sign of the tank. Probably hadn't reached the alley yet and if they were fast enough, they'd get out on the opposing street ahead. Then they could try losing him again.
Except one thing: the nightmare scenario.
What was that? Well, in this case, instead of being discouraged by the dimensions of this narrow passage, the Terminator seemed to view it as challenge accepted. The tank made the turn into the alley. The power and toughness that vehicle had was astounding. It wasn't stopped by the walls of the buildings on either side; it tore right into them.
The alley walls were collapsing, dropping sheetrock and anything else that walls contained which were soon enough run over by the tank's wheels, no problem. Worse yet, it was keeping pace with the T-car.
It was times like these where he felt the drinking age should be under eighteen because goddamn!
Distracted, Cyborg ended up scrapping the side of the T-car against the alley wall, something that cost them some speed. The cyborg swore and corrected, but that just had the other side of the car scraping against the opposing alley wall. Up ahead was a chainlink fence that restricted access, but the T-car was strong enough to tear through it. The rest of the fence was taken care of by the demolishing tank.
Something went under the car and they were dragging it. The car rumbling gave that away. There was more swearing from the driver's seat, along with a comment as to why had he thought this was a good idea, a thought shared by Red Robin himself. Everyone else? More comments from the peanut gallery there.
Finally, they sped out of the alley, the car almost spinning around three sixty as Cyborg sought to make the next turn. A car horn blared at them as an oncoming vehicle had to screech to a stop. There was a temptation to give the bird…but the tank chasing them and spilling so many chunks of debris out into the street was good enough.
"C'mon, c'mon!" Cyborg urged, repeatedly pressing down on the accelerator.
"What is it?" Red Robin inquired.
"Something I ran over, I think it's stuck under us. It's messing up something down there," the cyborg snarled. A titanium left hand slapped harshly on the steering wheel in frustration.
Rumbling, this time outside of the car, drew attention. The tank was catching up and starting to get bumper to bumper intimate with them. This was not a good time for this.
The Titan's car was slowing down. Their risky gamble wasn't paying off. Their loss was his gain, and Deathstroke was determined to take advantage of it.
Reaching to the console in front of him, he activated the tank's autopilot mode. Gloved hands went to the safety harness keeping him in his seat and unsecured it. Next was opening the hatch door above and in seconds he was emerging from the armored vehicle. Air was buffeting him, but he could take it.
Inches from the front of the tank was the car. Crouching low to reduce the air resistance hitting him, the assassin withdrew his sword from the scabbard. In his head, he made the calculations needed to do what was going to come next. How much power he was going to need to use in his legs, the angle, momentum versus air resistance. All of it.
His body braced, a gloved hand pressed down on the tank surface, tension was building and coiling, the seconds counting down until he acted.
Leaping from atop the tank, he held his sword with the blade downward, his arms forcing it straight at his target.
The sword blade pierced through the roof of the car, its tip nearly touching the center console. Five pairs of eyes whipped to the sight, all bulging out of their sockets. Five screams resembling little girls rang out.
"He's on the roof! He's on the roof!" Beast Boy was shrieking.
Starfire was the first to recover. Her hand grabbed at her seatbelt and ripped it apart. She stood up as much as she could while punching a fist through the car roof near where the sword was penetrating.
"Star! What are you doing to my baby!" Cyborg wailed.
"I have him!" Starfire exclaimed. "I will endeavor to hold him!"
Wonder Girl took that as her cue. Raising an arm up, she threw her elbow back and broke the window, a roaring of air flooding in. Unbuckling her seatbelt, the armored blonde slipped out through the broken window while Cyborg expressed his distress further.
Red Robin gripped down onto the cat that attempted to follow after her. It was risky enough to let Wonder Girl go out there while Starfire held on to whatever part of the assassin she had grabbed.
"Let go of me!" the green feline growled, and slit pupils glared up at him.
"And do what? It's risky enough what she's doing!" Red Robin snapped back, returning the glare.
"She can handle herself!" the shapeshifter argued.
Suddenly Wonder Girl landed on the hood of the car, the side of her face pressed against the windshield.
"Think you can do better?" Red Robin demanded.
Starfire suddenly cried out and wretched her hand back into the car. Red-colored patterns resembling that of the bottom of a boot decorated the limb. The Tamaranean's green eyes glowered, then began to glow green, her hands forming Starbolts in them.
"Star," Cyborg warned. "What are you—"
Starbolt after Starbolt was fired up into the car roof, punching through and once more getting Cyborg to cry out.
"My baby! My baby!" the cyborg wailed.
The intensity of the green bolts were blinding; Starfire wasn't holding back. The sword yanked itself back out of the car roof and there was a small shake to the car as something—or in this case someone—leapt off of it. Starfire seemed to recognize this as she stopped shooting up the roof, which by now was full of holes, some of which had glowing edges to them.
"Star, how could you?" Cyborg nearly sobbed.
Ignoring him, the Tamaranean looked to the floor and then punched a hole into it. She lowered herself down, snaking more and more of her arm out of the car. There were green flashes igniting from under the vehicle, then a groan followed with a jolt shaking the car next. Abruptly, the T-car began to speed up.
Starfire was getting back up. "I have taken care of the obstruction."
"At what price?" Cyborg moaned.
Cyborg's hysterics aside, they still needed to do something. Once more turning around to look out through the T-car's rear window, he could make out the tank's driver slipping back into it. Must have had it in cruise control or something since they were pulling away, but for how much longer? This chase couldn't go on forever.
Think man! Everyone was stressed, Wonder Girl was trying her best not to fall off the car hood while he was making sure a certain shapeshifter didn't try to slip away. The T-car was sustaining so much damage now though for the time being it was more superficial. Not that you could tell from how Cyborg was acting.
His mind was racing, trying to come up with a plan. Surprisingly, one did occur to him, but it was perhaps their best bet. They needed to take that tank out of commission which meant either shutting it down or knocking it off its wheels. The second seemed more probable here, and to do it would mean doing something the Terminator wouldn't see coming.
Still able to make out that goop that was allegedly blinding the assassin, the first step came to him.
"That stuff you have in the trunk? That you used to blind him? You have anymore?" he asked sharply.
Cyborg was able to pull himself from his grief to answer. "One more payload. Why?"
"Aim it low, close to the street. Tearing apart buildings didn't remove it, so can its engine?" Red Robin proposed.
You could see the wheels turning in Cyborg's head. His face hardened as he said, "It's worth a try."
That had been more intense than he had predicted. Deathstroke was securing the safety harness on himself as he recalled recent events.
Hearing the screams had almost been worth a chuckle until a hand burst through the car roof and grabbed his ankle. Then the wonder girl in armor pulls herself out, but a quick back and forth had him throwing her onto the windshield. A kick to the hand keeping him in place had gotten a barrage of energy bolts fired at him, and so retreat was necessary.
It had been a long time since he had this kind of trouble with a target. He could almost say he was starting to enjoy it. All things enjoyable would have to come to an end, though, and this would be no different.
Hands at the controls, he considered his next options, but before a decision could be made, the trunk lid of the Titan's car popped back open. From the small screen he was having to use, he saw an object shoot out of it, but instead of going high as it had the last time, its trajectory was much lower. In fact, it wouldn't even hit the tank at that angle.
The object disappeared from sight, and barely a second later the tank came to a stop. Had it not been for the harness, Deathstroke could have gone face first into the console. That did not mean he was unscathed; the harness was pressing into him, specifically his chest and while his armor offered padding, it was still as if he had air being forced out of his lungs.
Several lights lit up on the console. All indicators signaled that something was wrong with the wheels. The mystery didn't last long as he realized what had just happened. The same substance used earlier to try and blind was now gunking up the wheels, taking away traction. Apparently it had some adhesive qualities to it as well.
It was a desperate ploy, but it would only delay the inevitable and nothing more. The tanks engine progressively became louder, the axels grinding as they sought to turn the wheels. No movement, though, but perhaps a little more force was needed. This would not stop him. Those Titans…
Wait, their vehicle wasn't on the monitor. Of course they took off. It seemed the only thing they could do well was run. His eye glanced to another screen, one that…that…was that right? They hadn't gone far and by all accounts…they were heading in his direction? Zoom in, what did this mean? He was facing south, and the movement indicated that the Titans were moving westward.
They were doing so from the east, which was to his left…
Oh.
They had circled the block and there, dead ahead, was the tank. Whatever Cyborg had concocted, it was strong enough to keep the tank in one place, or at the very least made it so it didn't move too far.
Out of the car, he had ordered the rest. Cyborg was reluctant, but he did as he was told even though he was the last one out. The next order had the T-car rocketing off, nitrous boosting its speed as it roared down the street. The five Titans watched as it drew closer and closer to the tank, specifically its side.
Speed was being achieved, but one last thing was needed. Steeling his nerves, Red Robin gave the command, "Activate the self-destruct."
Because of course the T-car had a self-destruct. No way could it be allowed to fall into the wrong hands. Who knew what would be done with it? Many of its specs were based off the technology that made up Cyborg's own body, and there was no way that such specs could be released. It was a vulnerability, a risk that their titanium teammate had taken, but Cyborg understood.
It was why such a program was included. The car's detonation would alternatively provide a distraction, or better yet create an opportunity to turn things around. Now, now it would be used to take out that damn tank.
Based on how sturdy it was, chances were great that Deathstroke would survive the blast. That tank armor would protect him. Perhaps he would get some bruising, or better yet break a leg. That would slow him down enough for a counter offensive to be drawn up.
But not now. Now, it was retreat. Now it was find Raven and Kid Flash, wherever they currently were. Now was survival at almost any cost.
The T-car hit the side of the tank, broadsiding it as the self-destruct triggered. The vehicle, Cyborg's precious car, exploded and did so loudly. Fire billowed out in all directions, its gleam visible even this far.
Better yet, the force of both the car and the explosion was enough to pick the tank up. Not entirely, but its left side rose high and continued to do so until the tank flipped onto its right side. A parked car pillowed it, crushed under the weight of the death machine and leaving it at an angle.
Even though it was his plan, his decision, Red Robin clenched his fists. It felt like they were losing yet another member of the team. The T-car was now gone, but they were still alive. Its sacrifice would not be in vain here.
"Let's go," he said, and then he led the others to slip out of sight. Wonder Girl and Starfire did not hesitate to follow, and Beast Boy trailed behind, taking up his default human shape but giving one of the blankest expressions ever seen on that green face.
Cyborg, however, remained where he was, watching the glow of the flames from several blocks away as smoke wafted upwards into the air.
"You were too beautiful for this world," he said, parting words for his beloved creation. You might even say there was a manly tear leaking from his eye. Wiping it away, Cyborg began to follow as well.
The chase may be over for now, but the night was far from it.
Author's Note: Much of this obligatory tank chase was inspired by the infamous tank chase in 007 Goldeneye.