Monte Carlo. Off-season. Rain taps lightly on the windows of a penthouse suite overlooking the harbor. Danny stands alone, glass of bourbon in hand, tux jacket slung over a chair. The Rolex still ticks. The cufflinks still shine. But there’s no Tess on the bed behind him—just silence and the ghost of a better time.Danny Ocean hadn’t planned on coming back. But trouble? Trouble always had a way of finding him.

He leaned against the window frame of the Grand Hôtel de Paris, watching raindrops snake down the glass like timelines he’d never get back. Behind him, the room was quiet, save for the soft tick of his watch and the distant buzz of an encrypted phone.Tess was gone. Not in the dramatic, screaming down the stairs kind of way—just… gone. A note. A signature. A silence. Turns out even the great Daniel Ocean couldn’t outplay time.But he wasn’t here for romance. Not anymore.

No, he was here for something cleaner. Colder. A vault hidden beneath the Monte Carlo Casino, accessible only once every 18 months when all five international banking codes synced on one server for one minute. One job. One shot. One last big win.And he wouldn’t be running with the old crew. This time? Danny was building a new one. Leaner. Meaner. Hungrier. People with nothing to lose and everything to gain. His phone lit up.“Ready when you are, Ocean.”It was signed: Max.New blood. Ex-CIA. Former chess prodigy. No sense of humor. Danny liked him already. He smirked to himself, straightened his cufflinks, and turned toward the door.

“Let’s go rob a ghost,” he muttered. he had a couple of new faces allow me to introduce them. Moreno (New Blood)– The Lock WhispererPuerto Rican, late 30s. Did time for a museum heist that was never fully solved. Can crack biometric locks like it’s breathing. Quiet, twitchy, half-believes in ghosts. Only opens up to Danny—calls him “Warden” as a joke. Leon “Blackjack” Chambers (New Blood) – Muscle + The Inside Man Former Vegas pit boss turned armed robber. Built like a vault, moves like a shadow. Met Danny in solitary—says Danny “taught him how to see the cracks in people.” Extremely polite, but terrifying when unleashed. and last but not least. “Frenchie” Leclair (Wildcard) – The Forger Used to do art scams with Basquiat and Warhol (allegedly). French-Algerian, ageless, slippery. Met Danny briefly during a transfer. Claims he let himself be caught. Always drunk. Possibly a genius. Possibly dangerous.

Welcome back to the house of cards.