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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.

Thirty minutes later, he was staring into the abyss. A lime-green Aventador was balanced precariously on a jagged limestone shelf, forty feet above a drop that ended in jagged pines. The owner, a kid in a tailored suit who looked like he’d never seen dirt before, was pacing the shoulder.

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. As Elias drove away, the heavy rumble of

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

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

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.

Elias moved with surgical precision. He didn't just back up; he anchored The Undertaker into the bedrock using hydraulic spikes. He deployed the telescopic boom, extending it like a giant metallic finger over the ravine. While the wind howled, Elias used a remote drone-link to guide his secondary lines under the Aventador’s chassis. A rock tumbled into the darkness, but the car didn't budge

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."