Niko’s hands, still frozen on the imaginary steering wheel, began to feel heavy. The taxi was no longer a taxi. It was a glass coffin. Through the windscreen, the geometry of the city hadn't loaded. There were no skyscrapers, no homeless men urinating in alleys, no pigeons to shoot. Just a pale blue abyss.
The taxi’s engine rumbled, a low, comforting thrum that usually preceded chaos. For Niko Bellic, the fare from the South Bohan safehouse to the old Union Drive tollbooth in Alderney was just another job. Another stepping stone to the man he was hunting. gta 4 union drive loading problem
Twenty minutes.
He tried to move. The joystick did nothing. He tried to honk the horn. Silence. He tried to pull out his phone to call Packie, to hear a voice, any voice. But the phone was a dead brick in his pixelated hand. Niko’s hands, still frozen on the imaginary steering