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Elias didn't hesitate. He slammed the Sultan into reverse, tires Screeching against the wet pavement. Kael’s sniper rifle barked from the rooftop, a spark flying off the Tailgater’s hood. "Go! Go! Go!" Kael yelled into the comms.

The rain in Los Santos didn’t wash anything away; it just made the neon lights of the Del Perro Pier bleed into the asphalt. Elias sat in the driver’s seat of a blacked-out Sultan, the engine humming a low, steady rhythm that vibrated through his boots. On the passenger seat sat the drive, labeled simply: . 675_2_RP.rar

Elias gripped the steering wheel, the drive sliding onto the floorboards. The chase was on. If he could make it to the safehouse in Paleto Bay, the story would end with him being a very rich man. If not, he’d just be another ghost in the city’s code. Elias didn't hesitate

"Copy," Elias replied, his eyes fixed on the rearview mirror. A pair of headlights rounded the corner, moving too fast for a casual midnight drive. The rain in Los Santos didn’t wash anything