Chrome continues to pound through the alleys, his heavy body causing a big noise as he watches Raven turn into... well, a raven, and fly off. Maked sense what her name was, he supposed. And Ghost turned invisible, so that made sense too. Chrome found it creepy how someone could just turn invisible like that, could be watching him anytime, but for now he was glad to have two as an ally - would get the job done a lot faster. And although he was in this for money, it was just a bonus when it came to saving innocents. Although... he had done some jobs he wasn't proud of at all.
After a lot of running Chrome could see in the distance of the dark alleyways T.J's little shack, swarmed with at least fifteen of the crazed Crimson Gang. Dressed in scarlet clothing, they all menacingly wielded things such as combat knives, scythes... damn. One of them even had a frisbee with tons of spikes attached to it, and another was wielding some form of rifle. An SKS by the looks of things - all of these weapons were also painted scarlet, like blood. Chrome always thought they weren't people, just bloodthirsty animals.
T.J's shack more or less looked like a green basic shed, although it seemed T.J. had desperately boarded up the small place with chains, 2x4's, anything he could get his hands on. Although it would keep him and his boys safe for now, Chrome could observe that one of the gang had a C4 explosive, and it wouldn't be long before they got in. Hell. These people may have been the biggest sons-of-bitches Chrome's ever known, but they were more than well equipped.
He didn't know if anyone was listening, but he decided to say his part in this plan as he slowed down into a jog, far away enough so that the Crimson Gang couldn't
"I'm not much of a tactician, but here's what I'll do. I'm tough, and if you haven't noticed already by looking at me, I'm made of metal. They won't be able to cut through it, but my eyes are my weak spot, and they'll figure that out soon enough. I may be hard to take down, but gunshots on rare occasion can slip through my metal plating. And as for explosives, they'll take me down alright." Chrome says as he starts to walk now, the Crimson Gang still not noticing him in the distance. "I'll be the distraction. Get those sons-of-bitches all targeting me. Whilst they're busy with me, I'll let you guys clear them out if you're able. And believe me, I can pick up a few kills myself. But I'm no leader. If you have a better plan, let me know." Chrome says plainly but genuinely, and he takes the iron off a nearby dustbin lid, making in float in the air as he slowly shaped it into a thick, slender rapier as he grabbed it in his hand, and with the metal from the actual main part of the dustbin, after a little while of shaping it with various crunches and screeches, he formed it into a large square metal shield, a bit like a riot shield.
"When you're ready, I'm ready." Chrome says, taking cover behind a dumpster with his arms of choice. The Crimson Gang were screaming madly in a riot, eager to kill the people inside the green shed as they began to wildly hack, blowtorch, and bash at the reinforcements of the door T.J. probably put there.
As he waits for a signal, Chrome texts T.J.
'Sit tight. This won't take a minute.'
