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.
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.
The deal was supposed to be simple. Data for a clean slate. But as the silver Tailgater pulled up nose-to-nose with his car, Elias saw the driver. It wasn’t the contact he expected. It was a man in a tactical vest, his face obscured by a ballistic mask.
"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.
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