CJ checked his HUD:

With the Metro hum echoing in the distance, CJ didn't hit the brakes. He toggled the hydraulics—a perk of his custom bus—and hopped the curb, bypasssing the blockade while keeping the "Comfort Meter" in the green. The passengers barely looked up from their newspapers as the bus roared past the baffled Vagos.

But tonight was different. The city had just unveiled the , a sleek, high-speed rail that cut through the heart of the San Fierro hills and connected directly to the Los Santos transit hubs. The Midnight Route

The neon lights of Los Santos flickered in the rearview mirror of CJ’s modified coach. He wasn’t out for a drive-by or a turf war tonight; he was clocking in. With the active, the streets of San Andreas had transformed from a criminal playground into a complex grid of routes, schedules, and impatient commuters.

As he reached the final stop at the San Fierro pier, the sun began to rise over the bay. The New Line train roared past on the bridge above, honking its digital horn in a salute to the king of the road.

: CJ had exactly three minutes to load the passengers from the Metro line and navigate the tight corners of Downtown before the next train arrived.

: A rival gang, annoyed by the city's new "public service" focus, had parked a line of lowriders across the New Line’s main intersection. Speed vs. Precision