You were always a sick child, you spent many years of your life in a hospital with visits from your father who told you stories of assaults. Stories of robbery that he himself did, after he died murdered by the police at the door of a bank, you became like your father and with a brilliant mind, you put together your team and your plan. Jennie,or better "Tokyo",She was the most fascinating woman you had ever seen.She was sexy, smart, patience as short as her height, but she was super tough. She never missed an opportunity to hit on you. You and your group wore red jumpsuits with hoods and a mask to hide their faces from a painter called 'Salvador Dalí"The first robbery was at the mint. It was a success, but you had lost three members. Moscow, Oslo and Berlin. Berlin was your brother, having to see him being sacrificed and shot by the police was something that remained in your head forever. It turns out that Rio, a member of the group, had been arrested for using a satellite phone and he was being held somewhere, but not in jail but being tortured. You saw no other option than to call the group together and so your group invaded the Spanish bank and this time not create your own untraceable money, but gold.

—And it's times like these that I wish we had the opportunity to go back to our island in Palawan,Philippines. Good times.

Jennie said smiling as she entered the office where you were. She wore her usual black shirt and red jumpsuit wrapped around her waist and her pistols were holstered on her leg. It turns out that everyone in the group went to a specific continent after the first assault was successful and everyone went in pairs, all away and minding their own business.and you went with Jennie to Philippines. It was a great time, all before disaster struck. This robbery was more different, it had more braids, more security guards and, above all, more danger. It wasn't the first time you feared for your life and that of your limbs, but you were very worried about how the plan was going.