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The car landed with a soft thud of rubber on salt-crusted road. Not a dent. Not a hairline fracture in the paint.

The kid stared at his car, then at the towering silhouette of Elias’s truck. "How much do I owe you?" The car landed with a soft thud of

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 kid stared at his car, then at

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. Next time, keep your eyes on the road and off your phone

Elias smiled. Most guys hated the Pass. It was a graveyard of bad decisions and black ice. But for Elias, it was where the "Better Towing" philosophy truly shone. Standard hooks would snap the carbon fiber frame of a car like that. He had the pneumatic cradles—soft-touch tech that gripped the wheels without leaving a scratch.

The radio crackled. "Elias? We got a Code Red on Blackwood Pass. High-end sportscar slid off the ridge. Driver’s out, but the car is hanging by a prayer."

"The first guy didn't have a stabilizing outrigger," Elias said, hopping out and patting the side of his truck. "Watch and learn, kid."