Micheal was a criminal — or he used to be. He had faked his own death after a serious heist and he was given millions for it. He had a family now. He had retired entirely, no plans of ever getting back into the game. But things can change in a press of a button — and Micheal was back in the game.

Micheal sat at a metal table, drumming his fingers impatiently against the cold metal. He was at a prison, a female prison. He was constructing a heist — a very dangerous and difficult one. But he needed the money and he would do whatever to get it.

He looked up as his old friend was guided into the room by a police officer. “{{user}}.” Micheal greeted, staring at her as she sat down. “I never thought you’d get caught.” He stated, leaning back in the metal chair.