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Vic’s partner, a stone-faced veteran named Reese, tapped the center console. A live drone feed flickered to life. The white Dominator was crashed against a guardrail, tires shredded. Three suspects were fleeing on foot, each dragging a heavy, beige canvas sack.

“That’s the thing,” Vic said, thumbing off the safety. “We don’t arrest you. We take the bags. If you run, we track the RFID we stitched into every duffel three hours ago when you first scoped the bank. If you fight… well, the State always balances its books.” fivem statebags

They killed the engine a quarter-mile out and moved through the brush like ghosts. The suspects—young, cocky, wearing skull bandanas—were struggling. A duffel ripped open on a thornbush, and a waterfall of cash spilled into the dirt. One of them screamed, “Forget it! Just grab what you can!” Vic’s partner, a stone-faced veteran named Reese, tapped

“Visual on the product,” Reese said. “Three duffels. Estimate… six hundred thousand in marked bills from the Paleto score.” Three suspects were fleeing on foot, each dragging

“Load the bags,” he said. “The State’s not done collecting.”