Repo Man

A repo lot owner needs drivers who aren't afraid to take cars from people who don't want to give them up.

Deacon Price runs a vehicle repossession business out of a fenced lot in Crosstown that looks like a junkyard had an argument with a used car dealership. He's a heavyset man with a handlebar mustache and a philosophy that can be summarized as 'a deal's a deal, and if you can't pay, I take the car.' His legitimate repo operation provides a perfect cover for a side activity that pays well and keeps your driving skills sharp. Each repo job targets a different vehicle — sometimes a rusted pickup from a meth cook in Ambrosia who answers the door with a shotgun, sometimes a luxury sports car from a nightclub promoter in Vice Beach who has three large friends and a short temper. The challenge isn't just getting the car — it's getting it back to Deacon's lot without major damage, because every dent comes out of your cut. Some targets will chase you, some will call the cops claiming their car was stolen (technically true), and some will set up ambushes between you and the lot. The payout scales with the vehicle's value, and Deacon occasionally throws in a bonus for particularly clean or entertaining acquisitions.