The other cops looked confused. Jay’s heart soared. She was setting up the undercover play beautifully.
He typed into the global OOC chat: “Great energy tonight, everyone. Reminder: No hero complex. Let the story breathe. New scene at the casino at 8 PM EST. Spread the word.” scene director fivem
He sighed. He clicked his mic to the admin channel. The other cops looked confused
He smiled. The show, after all, must go on. Tomorrow night, he would call a new scene. And it would be perfect. He typed into the global OOC chat: “Great
“Hold, Car One,” Jay said, a spike of tension in his gut. “We have local PD in the AO. Let him clear.”
“Alright, people,” he said, his voice calm and level over the private TeamSpeak channel. “We’re at T-minus ten minutes. Status report.”
He stood on the rooftop of the Pillbox Medical garage, a pair of heavy-duty binoculars pressed to his eyes. Below him, the Los Santos sprawl baked under a digital sun. To the untrained eye, it was the usual Friday night on the No Ego FiveM server: a few supercars drag-racing down the Great Ocean Highway, a distant helicopter orbiting Vespucci Beach, and the constant, low-grade thrum of petty crime.