C139 BANK ROBBERY

The night was pitch black, a new moon offering no light as four figures crouched in the shadows beside the imposing structure of the notorious Mafia Bank.

The only sound that could be heard was the faint hum of distant traffic and the occasional rustle of leaves picked up by wind.

“Alright, team,” whispered Jack, the leader of the group. “Let’s go over the plan one last time. Mia