IT takes confidence, skill, timing, luck and a limitless supply of insanity to join the crew of the House of Midnight. They are fearless. No track is too long, no trail they cannot blaze, no car too expensive to customize, no garage left empty. The smell of burning tires on asphalt is an aphrodisiac, the sound of cop sirens the sweetest of serenades. They laugh in the face of death and rise from their own ashes to come back and kick your ass, over and over again until you regret even fathoming the idea of crossing them again. Relentless in their fury when one of their own is attacked, they make any enemy pay above and beyond retribution, no matter how long it takes.

One shot or three, sniped or gun smacked, tear gassed or sticky-bombed . . . . they WILL get you.

Your boat. Your motorcycle. Your truck. Your life.