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?!