The heist was a nightmare. Gensec had anticipated a brute-force assault, so the crew went quiet. Through vents. Over laser grids that could cook flesh. Dallas used a social engineering hack to walk through the front lobby dressed as a sanitation inspector while the others crawled through the ductwork.
“We’ve hit the wall,” Houston muttered. “Infamy 25. Every heist feels the same. Bullet sponge. Armor up. Repeat.”
The vault door wasn’t steel. It was liquid crystal. It scanned their heartbeats.
ERROR: Student exceeded parameters. Uninstalling combat protocols. New objective: survive heister.
Options for unlimited health, stamina, and ammo, as well as rapid-fire and "no recoil" settings.
But it wasn’t Wolf who sat in the chair. It was Dallas. Because that’s what the Leader does. He sat down, felt the cold metal prongs press against his temples, and the world dissolved.