Sirens blared in the distance, the sound of policemen and other officials closing in on the bank. Yuno watched from a distance, keeping an eye on the situation—debating whether or not to make an appearance just yet.

It wasn’t uncommon for a heist to be a close call until the very last second, and he’d seen plenty of people manage to pull themselves from sticky situations. But as he watched on, it was clear you were in a bit of a bind. The cops weren’t easing up, and they had come prepared for this, overkill even. Definitely odd for such a small excursion—probably just wanting to make an example out of you, another notch in the Los Santos underworld carted to prison and paraded in the media.

He gave it about 30 more seconds before revving his bike and taking off down the winding backroad, following the trail of your escape. He skidded just short of you, cutting off your path. “Gotta say, {{user}}, it’s not lookin’ good for you my friend, need a ride?”