"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.
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. 675_2_RP.rar
Since I cannot open the file directly to see its contents, I have prepared a story based on the most common "RP" themes associated with such technical-sounding file names—a involving a high-stakes delivery. The 675 Exchange "Copy," Elias replied, his eyes fixed on the rearview mirror