Title request for a story writing

Hey there, I recently completed a story for a friend who was moving interstate that was loosely based in the GTA universe (same city but that's about it). I just can't think of a title for it, if you guys could suggest anything I'd be grateful.

Sculman climbed in somewhat reluctantly and turned the key. The after-market speakers in the doors and rear of the van blared to life, pounding out the fast opening bars of some power metal song on seeming maximum volume. He reached for the dial but Shaw must have sensed his intentions because he shouted “don’t you dare touch that volume!”

Five more black sedans rounded the corner of Sculman’s office building, white suited men with rifles hanging out of the windows. “FUCKING DRIVE,” Max screamed in terror, throwing his submachine gun to the side and dragging a bulkier rifle from the pile.

Sculman floored the accelerator, discovering that apparently the engine was the only part of the van that hadn’t been skimped on as the van shot forwards like a startled rabbit. “I am eternal, I walk the night! I am the reaper of souls!” Shaw wailed to the music, doing his best to keep on target.

Max threw his now empty gun to the floor and snatched up a new one once again. Shaw did the same but, almost as an afterthought, began rummaging through the pile instead. “Shaw, what are you doing? Just grab anything!” Max cried, emptying his gun and picking a samurai sword from the pile. He unsheathed it and flung the blade at the lead car in desperation. It punched through the windscreen and impaled the driver through the head.

“Just looking for something...” Shaw grunted, now shoulder deep in the pile as the lead sedan swerved into the gutter and launched itself into the air before flipping to a halt on the nature strip beside the road.

“Damn, I know I brought it… AHA! Found it!” Shaw called in triumph, withdrawing a rocket launcher as the van sped into a tunnel. He brought the long weapon to bear and aimed at the next closest car as Max screamed out “SHAW NO!” and leapt for his rocket-toting partner-in-crime.

“SHAW YES!” he shrieked and pulled the trigger as Max barrelled into him. The back blast melted a baseball sized hole in the panel separating the cab from the rear of the van, missing Sculman’s head by two inches and blowing the windscreen out of its frame.

The rocket itself went haywire, vaporizing a large section of the tunnel wall and completely destroying its structural integrity. Immediately, a chunk of concrete the size of a refrigerator landed on the second car from the back, crushing the occupants and stopping it in its tracks. The car behind it was immediately buried as it rear-ended the car-cement hybrid. The now unstable tunnel quickly began to collapse in the wake of the van and the final car.

Sculman saw the destruction in the wing mirror shortly before it was shot away, the flying bullets coupled with the threat of being buried alive convincing him that speeding up might not be a bad idea.

So yeah, anything is a massive help. If anyone ends up liking it, I'll post the rest or something.

Submitted April 13, 2015 at 04:19PM by AnshinGrim http://www.reddit.com/r/writing/comments/32fg5t/title_request_for_a_story/ writing