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He clicked it.

The engine roar hit him first—not the compressed, tinny growl of 2005, but a throaty, three-dimensional scream that vibrated through his desk. The steering wheel peripheral, a cheap plastic toy he’d kept for sentimental reasons, suddenly felt weighted. Real. nfs mw retouch graphics

And the cops.

He clicked .

He grabbed his jacket.