Groove didn't answer. He just adjusted his aviators and popped a tape into the deck. The heavy bass of a funk track kicked in, drowning out the desert wind.

Should we dive into a of the weapons and cars in The Arsenal , or would you like a mission-style walkthrough of the first level?

Beside him sat , a massive man with a voice like gravel and a philosophy of "poetry through firepower."

The chase began. Tires screamed on hot asphalt, lead flew like rain, and the desert echoed with the sound of "The Arsenal"—a symphony of burning rubber and cold revenge.