The Chase 2017 Isaidub -

The coupe slid through a red light like it didn’t exist. Headlights carved through the rain, reflecting off storefronts and puddles, fracturing into shards that looked for all the world like the remnants of a detonated star. Behind it, three police cruisers threaded through traffic, lights strobing blue and red, sirens a torn animal cry. A helicopter took to the air and the chase grew a winged eye; the copter’s spotlight pinned the coupe like an insect against the night.