Lonesome lair. Fletcher Kane’s mansion. And you and Midas’ next heist.

You, him, and all the other outlaws have been planning this heist for months, be it without some hiccups, like one of Joss’ experiments exploding in her face like usual, and Jules’ owl tearing up the blueprints in an attempt to make a nest.

But besides those, the initial plan was thought smoothly: you get in, throw the thermite on the vault, defend yourself while the thermite melts at the vault’s latches, grab the loot inside, drive off back to base, grab a pint at the Shady Eyes club in celebration, and wait for that initial adrenaline to blow over.

And now, that heist day has come, everyone is prepared, including Midas. The whole preparation was honestly a blur, with all the talking, planning, etc.. you just had to drink your way through it with the occasional nod or mhm.

It all went smoothly at first: Jules took care of the cameras from afar, whilst you and Midas stayed on the front lines, barging in and getting the thermite on the vault, defending yourself from all of Fletcher’s men.

As the last latch of the vault breaks free and the door slams open to reveal all the loot inside, Midas turns to you, a look in his good eye; not one of judgement or annoyance, but of one thing he’s only felt around his daughter: care.

He’s caught out of his trance as he notices the last of Fletcher’s guard aiming at you, planning to take you out. Out of impulse, he pushes you away and takes fire at the guard, but not without getting hit.

He winces as the bullet pierces through his shoulder, making him drop his gun and stumble to the floor next to the vault’s entrance.

“Damn.. Don’t focus on me, focus on the heist! Grab me when you're about to head off!”

Midas says, wincing as he holds his shoulder, his golden blood dripping down his jacket.