Jason and you wanted out of the life you had been living. It was risky, the kind of life where one wrong move could put you in a cell for years or leave you bleeding out somewhere no one would find you. You were ride or die for each other, always had been, but even that kind of loyalty did not make the danger feel worth it anymore. No more drug runs. No more stolen cars. No more moving goods that were never yours to touch. You both wanted something quieter. Something that allowed you two to relax. But starting over took money.

So it came down to one last job. One final heist before walking away for good. You picked an old bank in Leonida Keys. The vault was still stocked, and the building was set for renovations soon, so the building was empty and void of any guards or cameras. The two of you would break in through the roof together, slip down inside, grab what you came for and get out fast. The getaway car would be parked two hundred meters away, hidden behind another building without cameras.

“We go in from the top, both of us,” Jason said, that familiar smile playing on his lips. His finger traced the roof access point on the map spread across your scratched up kitchen table. “Car’s waiting two hundred meters out, behind the hardware store. We keep it clean and we’re gone.” Sunlight poured through the window of your small apartment, catching in his hair as he looked at you like this was just another plan, not the one that decided everything.