ves separated into individual cells, each one a stark reminder of the choices that had led us here. The echoes of

ts a turbulent whirlwind of emotions. Across the corridor, I could catch glimpses of my fellow gang members in their own cells-Jack

eginning of our statements. The police were determined to extract every detail of our audacious heist, to u

escent lights overhead buzzed with a relentless intensity, casting an unflattering glow on our faces.

all, imposing figure was a stark contrast to the sterile surroundings. I watched through the

rsuit of the truth, stared at Jackal with a piercing gaze. "Start from t

had come together, the desperation that had driven each of us to a life of crime, and the meticulous planning th

ratching across the pages of their notepads. It was a narrative of audacity and des

any role had been a critical element of our heist. She described the countless personas she had assumed

ying the vault's intricate lock system, the painstaking practice sessions that had honed

ntricate web of digital manipulation that had allowed us to operate with impunity. He revealed the vulnerabilities he h

s that had eluded the police, and the moment when our escape route had crumbled before our eyes. He described the r

erupted during our escape. He spoke of the precision with which he had returned fire, providing c

dation, knowing that my actions had set the events of the heist in motion. Detec

d the magnetic allure of Jackal's offer. I described the weeks of training and preparation, the tension that had hu

intervened on our behalf. I had questions about her motivations, her knowledge of our heist, and h

uild a comprehensive case against us, one that would stand up in court. The city watched with a mix

ions hung heavily upon us. We had bared our souls, revealing the inner workings of our crimi

brief glimpses through the narrow windows of our doors. The tension among us was palpable, th

acious heist. The public was divided, with some condemning us as criminals who had disrupted

She pored over the details of our case, seeking any legal avenues that could mitigate our sen

. We were led into a crowded courtroom, our shackles a stark reminder of our status as accused cr

on, Sarah presented our case with conviction. She argued that while we were undeniably guilt

injustice. The courtroom was filled with tension, and the verdict would be a reflection