Muhammad Zeeshan

The Last Heist

It was a beautiful summer night in the city, the kind of night that made you want to be out and about, to soak up the energy of the streets. But not for Jack. Jack was sitting in his dimly lit apartment, staring at the wall, thinking about his life of crime. He had been a thief for as long as he could remember, and he had always been good at it. He had never been caught, never left a trace. But now, he was getting old. He knew he couldn't keep this up forever.