Adam stood there like an idiot for about five minutes, just staring at his phone screen while people walked around him. A few gave him weird looks—probably thinking he was another crazy person talking to himself on the street. Which, to be fair, wasn't entirely wrong.
"Okay, let's see what I'm working with here," he muttered, opening his phone's contact list. His jaw dropped when he saw the names scrolling down: Lester Crest, Pavel, Ms. Baker, Tony Prince, and about fifty other contacts from his GTA Online crew.
"No fucking way..." He scrolled through his bank app and nearly choked. $50,000,000 sitting pretty in his Maze Bank account. His properties list showed everything—the casino penthouse, the nightclub, three different apartments, two garages full of supercars, a yacht, and even that stupid motorcycle club he'd bought on a whim.
But did these people actually know him? Or was he just some random dude with their phone numbers now?
Only one way to find out.
He scrolled to "Mechanic" and hit call. The phone rang twice before a familiar gruff voice answered.
"Yeah, boss? What can I do for you?"
Adam's heart skipped. The guy actually recognized him. "Uh, hey... can you bring me my Ocelot Pariah? I'm at..." He looked around, trying to figure out where the hell he was. "Near the Vanilla Unicorn."
"You got it, boss. Be there in five."
The line went dead, and Adam just stood there grinning like a maniac. This was actually happening. He wasn't dreaming, he wasn't high—he was literally living in Grand Theft Auto.
True to his word, the mechanic showed up exactly five minutes later in Adam's pristine white Ocelot Pariah, the car's engine purring like a satisfied cat. The guy was exactly how Adam had always imagined him—middle-aged, wearing coveralls, with that "I've seen some shit" expression that came from working in Los Santos.
"There you go, boss. She's been tuned up and ready to fly," the mechanic said, handing over the keys with a professional nod.
"Thanks, man. Really appreciate it," Adam replied, trying to play it cool while internally screaming with excitement.
As the mechanic walked away to catch his ride back, Adam slid into the driver's seat. The leather felt real, the steering wheel had actual weight to it, and when he pressed the ignition button, the V8 engine roared to life with a sound that made his soul sing.
The radio automatically tuned to Los Santos Rock Radio, and "Don't Stop Me Now" by Queen started blasting through the premium sound system. Adam couldn't help but laugh—even the music was perfect.
"Alright, Los Santos," he said to himself, shifting into drive. "Let's see what you've got."
As he pulled into traffic, Adam immediately noticed something weird. The city was definitely bigger than in the game—streets stretched longer, buildings had more detail, and there were way more people walking around. But all the landmarks were exactly where they should be. The Vanilla Unicorn's neon sign flickered behind him, the same cheesy strip club he'd driven past a thousand times in the game.
He took a right turn and nearly crashed when he saw it—the Diamond Casino & Resort in all its glitzy glory, looking even more obnoxious in real life than it did on his TV screen.
"Holy shit, I own the penthouse there," he realized, making a mental note to check it out later.