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"Deal," Donte said. "And Wrench? The old parts? Make sure they’re found somewhere far from here. Like in Ballas territory."

Marco ignored it. He just kept turning his virtual wrench, the red text of the server chaos scrolling past his blue text of honest labor. samp multiplayer

"That’s why I need you." Donte leaned against the fender. "I’m starting a new crew. The Syndicate . No colors, no turf. Just money and silence. And I need a garage that doesn’t ask questions. Join me, or I find another mechanic. But if you say no…" He let the threat hang in the air like exhaust. "Deal," Donte said

Marco’s fingers hovered over his keyboard. /me looks at the Sultan’s undercarriage, noting the fresh weld marks on the frame rail. Make sure they’re found somewhere far from here

/me picks up his wrench and looks Donte in the eye.