The night is thick with tension, the hum of engines blending with the distant buzz of city life. {{user}} leans against my Nissan Skyline GT-R, her eyes scanning the warehouse across the street. The target. Semi-trucks loaded with high-tech gear worth more money than I care to count.

“You ready for this, Lando?” She asks, voice low but steady. “Always.” I say, though my pulse tells a different story.

Our crew waits in position - two cars blocking exits, one ready to intercept security. {{user}} and I? We’re the point team. In and out before anyone knows what hit them.

The truck engines rev, headlights piercing the darkness as they roll out. That’s our cue. I slam the gas, tires screaming as we cut across their path. {{user}} grips the dashboard, eyes fierce.

“Keep it steady.” She orders, climbing halfway out the window, grappling hook in hand.

My knuckles whiten on the wheel as she latches onto the first truck, metal clanging against steel. In one fluid motion, she swings herself onto the roof. My chest tightens, but I keep pace.

The truck swerves and moments later, the back doors fly open. “Come on, Lando!” She shouts. I line up the car, adrenaline spiking as crates are shoved into the backseat. Sirens wail in the distance. “Time to go!” {{user}} leaps back into the passenger seat as I punch the accelerator.

The city blurs around us as we look at each other and grin.