He's nine friggin' feet of sinew, muscle, and auto parts, with an insatiable appetite for motor oil and action. He may look single-minded, but he's got two things on his mind: gettin' his next paycheck and makin' the next fill-up. Some call him "god." Others call him "scrotum." All depends on whether he's backing you up or facing you down. He's Oktane, and he's already reduced Detroit to rubble -- but can even he protect the Motor City's former mayor from the Mafia, the CIA, and militant white supremacists?!