Control
Press and hold to vault between rooftops, timing your grip to launch from one ledge to the next as the world blurs beneath your momentum.
description
Dawn found our schemer knee-deep in blueprints for the ultimate score—a production where he’d written himself as leading man. Every masterpiece needs a supporting actor, though. Enter you. His mark? A marble-columned monument to greed, its vaults swollen with dirty cash from the syndicate’s latest laundering op according to the Tribune’s exposé. Turnabout’s fair play, right? Midnight oil burned as gears meshed—distraction protocols mapped, guard rotations timed down to the second. The vault’s titanium jaws creaked open under his coaxing, stacks of nonsequential bills filling duffels with the weight of redemption. He slipped through the security net as patrol cars converged elsewhere, guided by falsified tips. The hide? Genius in its simplicity—a derelict tenement’s roof, cash stashed between rusted HVAC units and pigeon nests. Let the cops tear apart dumpsters and storm sewers. They’d never look up. Now comes the hard part: lying low while the city screams for blood. Three weeks, maybe four. Then you split the take and disappear. Assuming either of you survives that long.
