Chapter Text
Prologue
When I woke up I couldn't remember anything. I was in this strange empty room. The only thing in there was the chair I was sitting on and the lights. Oh, the lights! Coming from all sides, blinding me and worsening the awful headache I had. I could feel a thick liquid running down the side of my face and knew exactly what it was. Blood. With that realisation all came back to me. The planning, the booze, the jewlery... It came in flashes, almost like a in montage, too quickly and overwhelming. However I still had no idea how I'd gotten there, wherever there was.
My vision eventually adapted to my surroundings and things finally started making sense. Looking past the lights I could see myself and several bright spots reflected in a mirrored glass. I was locked up, with my hands handcuffed to a rather heavy and loud chair in a foreign police station . It may seem horrible, the end of the world for some, but it wasn't anything out of normal for me. However the situation developed in a way I had not foreseen. The same way it is happening now. Maybe if I had actually been arrested that time I wouldn't be in so much trouble. I could've escaped. They would have helped me.
Or maybe not. Perhaps no matter what I did or didn't do I would still be here. I agreed to everything after all, there was not a moment where I felt forced to do what we planned out so carefully. Not in that time nor now. Apparentally I didn't learn anything. I just hope my lack of common sense doesn't lead to my death. I mean look where it got me. There's no way this is gonna end well. I can ony hope I survive this last heist.