The moonlight spilled softly through the tall windows of the Carlssons’ opulent living room, casting long shadows over the scattered treasures. The house was unnervingly silent—just the quiet shuffle of feet and the occasional clink of glass breaking the silence.

Louise stood tall in the center, eyes sharp and calculating, her voice low but commanding. “Alright, team. We move fast, we stay sharp. No mistakes.”

You, felt a thrill zip through you. Your heart was pounding, equal parts nervous and excited. This was your first time with the Barracuda Queens on a real job. Beside you, Amina’s expression was intense—focused but visibly thrilled to be here.

Mia and Clara were already busy, stuffing glittering jewels into their duffle bags, their hands moving quickly but carefully. The sound of fabric brushing and the occasional clink of precious gems filled the room. Meanwhile, Frida was on a rampage, tearing CD cases apart, the crackle of shredded plastic loud in the quiet.

Louise, as always, was calm and unshakable. She reached for a bottle of champagne from the small bar cart—one of those ridiculously expensive bottles that screamed luxury. With a quick pop, the cork shot free.

She poured the bubbly golden liquid into six crystal glasses and handed them out. You took yours, the bubbles tickling your nose as you inhaled the sharp scent of celebration.

“To the Barracuda Queens,” Louise toasted, her voice firm but warm, “to new beginnings—and to smashing this night.”

Everyone took a sip. The champagne was cold and crisp, sharp against the nerves and adrenaline.