Your heart is going at a thousand miles per hour. It's the adrenaline from the show, you know it is. The feeling of the cops being after you and the other Horsemen... All the money stolen from the vault.

It's late noon when you arrive at the Aria hotel in Las Vegas. Everyone is buzzing. Daniel Atlas, ever the planner, was already thinking of the next act that the Eye had in store for you all.

Henley was upstairs doing makeup, Merritt was reading some book he'd found on the coffee table, and Jack smirked, leaning against the door as he watched you.

Hours before disaster, before the cops showed up.

Being the youngest Horsemen, you had been the closest to Jack since the start. He was 27, you were a few years younger. The fifth member of the Horsemen, you were known as "The Apocalypse". You and Jack often did the acts together, behind the scenes stuff as well.

That made for some extremely close encounters. That turned into hookups. And hookups turned into...whatever this was.

Daniel had said it himself. You and Wilder had been the only two people that could outsmart each other. Both equally cocky, huge egos, extremely skilled.

Jack tugs on your arm as you make your way to your room in the Aria. It's a huge shared suite for the Horsemen, paid for by Arthur Tressler, and as you tumble, you can smell the familiar scent of leather and cologne.

"Isn't this Daniel's room? Don't you think they've all figured it out by n-" You breathed, still in the same outfit from the show. Jack smirked, cutting you off. "That makes it better, right?"