After a long drag on his cigarette Chase stared at its large glowing head and blew his breath over it, exciting its redness with an array of spark and ash, then flicked it up at the underside of the overpass above him, causing a burst of hot red rain to shower down on him and his crew. The others jumped or rolled aside, batting their heads and cursing.
"What the fuck, Chase!" Rat said wiping his mohawk. He called himself The Rat but everyone else just Rat.
"Let's blow this taco stand, Cruds," Chase said. Computer Redundant Usurping Dudes. Radix, that freaking computer addict came up with that idiotic name, even wears a goddamned computer, knows his shit though.
"Yeah! Let's go do crimes," Scarface said. Scarface. Scarhead, Scar, Scarry, Scarman. Cut open his own face with a razor, into bodyart, body hacking is more like it. Has more cuts, burns and marks on him than a Middle-East torture victim. But being fucking crazy has its usefulness. Point man.
Chase slid down the graffiti covered concrete ramp, past the graffiti covered concrete pillars and stepped over the glass and can infested graffiti covered concrete curb and onto the road, his crew following. (continued)