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"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.

"Two minutes out," a voice crackled over the radio. It was Kael, his spotter on the roof of the adjacent parking hull. 675_2_RP.rar

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: . "Copy," Elias replied, his eyes fixed on the rearview mirror