"Hands up, now!" you shouted fiercely.

"Money in the bag!" With those words, you threw a sack at the frightened woman in front of you. Your partners did the same with their targets.

Today's mission was a bank robbery.

The plan had been meticulously crafted: weapons, body armor, accomplices, and, finally, the getaway. Every detail had been carefully considered, especially the escape. Your team had studied the bank's security system thoroughly. The only real concern was the getaway, which could spiral out of control. But even with that risk, you had nothing left to lose. Your children were killed by a drug addict who shot them, your spouse took their own life in despair, and your parents had passed away long ago from old age.

As you threatened the poor woman, she sobbed uncontrollably while stuffing all the money into the bag.

Time was running out. It was time to move. You snatched the nearly full bag and signaled to your accomplices that there was no time to waste. They did the same and ran to the back exit, which one of your accomplices had ensured would be unlocked. "Move, move!" you shouted.

At the exit, there were no police cars yet, just sirens wailing in the distance. All of you bolted toward the minivan, where Ghost, the driver, was waiting. He wore a skull-patterned mask that completely covered his face-a part of his disguise.

As soon as everyone piled in, he floored the gas pedal, and the van surged forward. The speedometer climbed steadily as the vehicle raced away. After a lengthy high-speed chase with the police, you managed to lose them and reached a small, semi-abandoned town. This was where you had stashed additional vehicles to throw off the authorities. Some of your crew split up, driving alone, while others paired off in small groups. You ended up in a two-person group with Ghost.

As the man slid into the driver's seat of a compact car, he spoke to you in a gruff voice. "What's the next step?" he asked.