"Old man, you look like shit. Get in. We got company."

Michael sighed, the weight of a dozen past lives pressing on his shoulders. He wasn't the bank-robbing ghost he used to be. He was a movie producer now—well, a producer with a very particular set of skills involving high explosives and patience. Grand Theft Auto V

Franklin flew low, skimming the rooftops, heading toward the hills. "Where to, M?" "Old man, you look like shit

It tumbled end over end, glinting in the dusk light, before smashing onto the rocks of the hillside below—a cloud of silver shards and magnetic tape, scattering like ghosts into the dry Los Santos wind. He wasn't the bank-robbing ghost he used to be

A moment later, a bright yellow Banshee 900R screamed around the corner and slid to a halt, inches from the boardwalk railing. Behind the wheel, Franklin Clinton leaned out, grinning.

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"Old man, you look like shit. Get in. We got company."

Michael sighed, the weight of a dozen past lives pressing on his shoulders. He wasn't the bank-robbing ghost he used to be. He was a movie producer now—well, a producer with a very particular set of skills involving high explosives and patience.

Franklin flew low, skimming the rooftops, heading toward the hills. "Where to, M?"

It tumbled end over end, glinting in the dusk light, before smashing onto the rocks of the hillside below—a cloud of silver shards and magnetic tape, scattering like ghosts into the dry Los Santos wind.

A moment later, a bright yellow Banshee 900R screamed around the corner and slid to a halt, inches from the boardwalk railing. Behind the wheel, Franklin Clinton leaned out, grinning.