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The tension in the steel cables hummed a low, terrifying note. The sportscar groaned. A rock tumbled into the darkness, but the car didn't budge. With a flick of a joystick, the "Better Towing" cradle engaged. Instead of pulling the car up the slope—which would have ripped the bumper off—Elias lifted it vertically, hovering it over the jagged rocks before swinging it gently back onto the pavement.
The neon sign for "Mac’s 24-Hour Recovery" flickered, casting a rhythmic, sickly blue light over the greasy asphalt. Elias sat in the cab of his rig, a custom-built beast he’d nicknamed The Undertaker . It wasn't just a tow truck; it was a masterpiece of "Better Towing" engineering—reinforced hydraulic arms, a winch that could pull a freighter out of a sandbar, and an engine that purred like a caffeinated lion. The tension in the steel cables hummed a
Thirty minutes later, he was staring into the abyss. A lime-green Aventador was balanced precariously on a jagged limestone shelf, forty feet above a drop that ended in jagged pines. The owner, a kid in a tailored suit who looked like he’d never seen dirt before, was pacing the shoulder. With a flick of a joystick, the "Better