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The tension in the steel cables hummed a low, terrifying note. The sportscar groaned. A rock tumbled into the darkness, but the car didn't budge. With a flick of a joystick, the "Better Towing" cradle engaged. Instead of pulling the car up the slope—which would have ripped the bumper off—Elias lifted it vertically, hovering it over the jagged rocks before swinging it gently back onto the pavement.

Elias wiped a smear of grease from his forehead and climbed back into the cab. "You already paid for the 'Better' service, kid. Next time, keep your eyes on the road and off your phone." The tension in the steel cables hummed a

The neon sign for "Mac’s 24-Hour Recovery" flickered, casting a rhythmic, sickly blue light over the greasy asphalt. Elias sat in the cab of his rig, a custom-built beast he’d nicknamed The Undertaker . It wasn't just a tow truck; it was a masterpiece of "Better Towing" engineering—reinforced hydraulic arms, a winch that could pull a freighter out of a sandbar, and an engine that purred like a caffeinated lion. With a flick of a joystick, the "Better

As Elias drove away, the heavy rumble of The Undertaker echoed through the canyon—the sound of a job done right when everyone else said it was impossible. "You already paid for the 'Better' service, kid