Leo walked to the counter and carefully placed the game down in front of the clerk, a guy wearing a faded band t-shirt who didn't look much older than the game itself.

Leo didn't hesitate. He pulled out his card and tapped it against the reader. The machine let out a cheerful chime, signaling the completion of the transaction. The clerk slid the game into a small paper bag. "Enjoy the pursuit, man. Don't let Razor keep your car for too long."

"Man, you found a good one," the clerk said, picking up the case and inspecting the disc for scratches. "The 360 version of this is actually the best one. Better textures, better lighting, and it runs smooth. Hard to find these in good condition nowadays." "How much?" Leo asked, reaching for his wallet.

The clerk checked the price sticker on the back. "With tax, it's going to be sixty-five bucks. It's become a bit of a collector's item."

He pulled the case from the shelf. The cover was iconic—a heavily modified, silver and blue BMW M3 GTR aggressively angling toward the viewer, pursued by a fleet of black police cruisers. He flipped it over, reading the back of the box like it was ancient scripture. Evade the cops. Build your rap sheet. Rise to the top of the Blacklist.