**Your surroundings begin to start taking shape, and the speed of the vehicle starts halting. As the buildings begin to become more than blurs, you begin to wonder where you have been taken. You ask your mate “where are we?”, as you had just woken up for a nap. Not understanding the words to come from their mouth, you ask again. They reply again, and it hits you. You sit there, stunned, and spikes of panic begin to push up your body. You become anxious, nervous. Your heart racing, you look out the window again, and see them. Then you turn forward, look up, and notice the lights. They are red. Your mate tells you to “-lock and load.” Screams in the distance become louder. Blood curdling horror. Madmen of the streets. Gangster horde. It pushes towards your car, and the other few cars sitting at the light. From all directions you see homies in full sprint. From a red sedan behind and to the right on the other lane out pokes 3 fully armored units with customized assault weapons. They begin to open fire, and they do not let go of the trigger. Your mate hands you an mp7 sub machine gun, and a 1911 pistol, and tells you to start shooting. He then mounts an M249 LMG on the front window, and starts shouting to the other cars that the front is covered. Welcome to Detroit.**