[center][b]I present to you, a collaboration effort between Gurren1 and Marik. [/b][/center]

Dark tires barreled down the hot pavement, the roaring motors and wailing of sirens giving signal that trouble was afoot. But what did you expect, the worst souls in Cleveland were free to do as they please, treating the city like a child playing with an anthill. When Dean checked his rearview, he was only able to count three cars on his tail. The group slithered and skidded around street corners, Dean doing everything in his power to lose his followers, but that just didn’t seem possible giving the tenacity of the police force. If he was going to lose these guys, he’d need a little something extra…

Acid Stiker chokes on the smoke, outraged that the hero had escaped with his life. "Damn, why do I have a feeling that guy’s gonna be a problem later on?" He mumbles to himself, but quickly notices the sirens now blaring on him.  

"Great now I got to deal with these jokers." He says to himself as he runs to the milddle of the street and then puts both hands on the hot pavement. His acid then slowly crawls towards the sirens which were now almost on him and hopefully this would burn the rubber of the tires making whoever in those cars easy targets.

“What the?!" Dean grimaced at the man that so suddenly walked in the middle of the street. The way he knelt down and placed his hands on the road almost made it seem like he was trying to get himself killed, but the sudden spread of some sort of substance on the pavement said otherwise. As he vehicles crossed over the acid they skittered to a halt, tires and even parts of the metal wheels melting. The whole situation was strange and confusing, but there was no time to try and reason here. The cops were already mobilizing behind their accidental barricade of cars, guns at the ready.

Dean squirmed out the passenger door, knowing full well that this would end in a shootout. It wasn’t worth waiting for the police to give their usual spiel, as there was no way that Sūn Rising was going to turn himself in now. Kneeling by the hood, his machine gun blasted round after round at the frame of the squad cars, hitting a majority of metal over flesh. Bullets whizzed in Dean’s direction, breaking the glass windows of the car he used for cover. Uprising would still be in the back, in full danger of hitting hit. And then there was this guy, the one who halted the chase. It was difficult to figure out if his inclusion helped or hindered this scenario, but it was obvious by his actions that he wasn’t on the side of the police. “Hey, you wanna help me with this?!”

"What have I just walked into?" He said as all of the sudden gun shots started bursting through the air all around him. Acid Striker wasn't the smartest man but he could deduct that the police really didn't want these guys to go anywhere.

Acid Striker however hated the cops and maybe helping these guys would get him more allies in the city. So without another thought he transformed his right hand into a crude acidic spike and with some concentration was able to fire it into one if the police cruisers windshield burning the glass. Striker hit another cruiser with his weapon this time killing one if the officers inside with a direct hit in the chest. Soon some of the cops started firing on him and even if the bullets weren't exactly hurting him they were still quite annoying.

"I could need a distraction!" He said to the group hoping for a response.

Oh, the monstrous powers of the Caught were fantastic indeed. Dean marveled at how easy this man could sunder his enemies. Acid Striker was truly a weapon that he could use on his side. It didn’t take long for Dean to gun down what forces remained with this extra help. He was lucky, as in the current state of the city the police were scattered and unorganized. A smile crept across his face; even though things seemed like they were going initially bad, he truly felt that good fortunes lied ahead. Retiring his gun to his back, Dean turns to Acid Striker. “Domo arigato acid man. You truly came in handy. Your powers are just what I have use for. I am Sūn Rising, and I wish to take this city. If you would like to help me, I could grant you wealth and power. But now I must head to Detroit and call my men to arms. If you think this is a good idea for you, call this number…” Dean produces a small scrap of paper with a phone number written on it, and hands it to Acid Striker. “Think about it… Sayonara!” 

Without another word, Dean grabs his unconscious conscript from the back of the police cruiser, and begins his long trek. Thankfully, he looked rather unharmed by the fight that ensued. Before long, the two had arrived a dingy motel, where Dean would leave Uprising safe in one of the rooms. When the kid would wake, he’d find a note on the bedside table. 

[i]Hello!

I am sorry to say that your plan at the mall has failed. Do not worry, I have saved you from the police. I think you owe me for this. You want the world to change, and I can help with that. Right now, I am leaving the city to get my men and guns. DO NOT DO ANYTHING HASTY. You are sure to be a wanted man. Come back to this motel in 24 hours if you wish to join me. 

[right]- Sūn Rising[/right][/i]
With that taken care of, Dean walked back to the mall, retrieving his car and starting the drive to Detroit. It’s been almost a year since he’s laid eyes on the city. He hoped that TAG hadn’t changed much since then…