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"Yeah," I said, hitting the gas. "They ain't here for the music, that's for sure."

The warehouse smelled like rust and old tires. In the center, a single light hung over a table. "Where's the rest of them?" I muttered.

We pulled into the warehouse district, the bass vibrating through the metal structure of the building. The plan was solid—drop the bag, get the cash, and vanish. But in this game, nothing ever stayed solid. free_nle_choppa_x_splurge_type_beat_cash_trap_b...

Behind us, a black SUV was tailing too closely. I looked at my passenger, Tez, who was already texting someone on a burner phone. "We got company?" he asked, not looking up.

"Shit," I said, scanning for an exit. "They didn't just turn, they followed." Tez grabbed the bag, "Out the side! Now!" "Yeah," I said, hitting the gas

I nodded, the "Free NLE Choppa x Splurge" melody still running through my head, a soundtrack for a life in the fast lane. "Let's make this money."

"Keep it pushing, keep it rolling," I told myself, clutching the steering wheel. "Where's the rest of them

"Don't matter," Tez whispered, taking the heavy duffel bag. "Just take the cash, and let's go."