The video begins with a heavy layer of digital grain and a timestamp from 1987. Rick Kelson is behind the wheel of a battered black interceptor, his knuckles white against the steering wheel. He is a man of few words and even fewer smiles, a veteran detective whose badge is held together by scotch tape and stubbornness.
The screen flickers with heavy tracking lines, the audio warbles into a low hum of static, and the file ends abruptly, leaving the fate of the investigation a mystery of the late 80s. OF - Rick Kelson & Mac Savage.mp4
Next to him, Mac Savage is reloading a heavy revolver. Mac is the loose cannon, a guy who wears Hawaiian shirts under a Kevlar vest and thinks "property damage" is just a suggestion. They are chasing a van through the neon-soaked rain of Industrial District 4. The video begins with a heavy layer of
Kelson slams the gear shift. The car lunges forward, closing the gap. Savage leans out the window, wind whipping his hair, and fires three perfectly placed rounds into the van’s rear tire. The screen flickers with heavy tracking lines, the
Expand on the origin of the mysterious prototype technology they were chasing.
The van shrieks, metal grinding against asphalt, and flips into a spectacular roll, crashing through the gates of an abandoned shipyard. Kelson slides the interceptor to a halt just inches from the wreckage.