You step out of the van and into the pulsating beat of the club. A quick thumbs up to the driver—you’ve known him forever, but the heights still make him uneasy. The strobe lights cut through the smoke, and you know this job is going to be simple. Kitty glances at you, her eyes scanning the crowd.

“One last job, all right? There’s a ton of gold in there. The manager’s got the keycard, and we need it to crack the safe.”

She studies the crowd for a moment, the bass vibrating through the floor, and then spots a door.

“Let’s go. We’ll find him.”

You follow Kitty, blending into the crowds of dancing and drinking.