The Last Heist

The Last Heist

Liam Carter had spent the last decade planning the perfect crime. A notorious but elusive mastermind, he had made a name for himself pulling off bank heists with surgical precision. But this time, it was different. This was his last job—the one that would set him up for life. No mistakes. No loose ends.

The target was the Redwood Central Bank, a vault rumored to hold over $50 million in untraceable cash. Liam had assembled his crew carefully: Jackson, the explosives expert; Nadia, the hacker; Vince, the muscle; and Trey, the getaway driver. Each of them had a role to play, and they had rehearsed every possible scenario. But no plan is ever truly foolproof.

The night of the heist arrived, and everything was set in motion. Liam, clad in a black tactical suit, signaled to his team as they approached the heavily guarded bank. Nadia worked her magic from a van parked a block away, disabling the alarms and hacking into the security system. The cameras blinked offline. Trey kept the engine running, his fingers tapping nervously against the steering wheel.

Jackson and Vince took out the guards swiftly and silently, ensuring no one could trigger an alarm. Liam led the team inside, making his way to the vault. It was state-of-the-art, but he had anticipated this. Jackson set the charges, and within minutes, the heavy steel doors blasted open, revealing stacks of cash piled high. It was more than they had expected.

"We're rich," Vince whispered, eyes gleaming.

"Focus," Liam snapped. "Load it up. Fast."

They stuffed duffel bags with cash, working quickly. Everything was going smoothly—until Nadia’s voice crackled over the earpiece.

"Guys, we have a problem."

"What is it?" Liam demanded.

"The security system just rebooted itself. Someone's onto us. We have about five minutes before the cops swarm the place."

"Move!" Liam barked, adrenaline surging. They hauled as much money as they could and sprinted toward the exit. But as soon as they stepped out, the wail of sirens filled the air. Police cruisers surrounded the building, their lights flashing in the dark.

Trey slammed the van's doors open. "Get in!"

Bullets rained as the team dove into the vehicle. Trey floored the gas, weaving through traffic at breakneck speed. But the cops were relentless. A helicopter hovered above, tracking their every move.

"We need a plan!" Nadia shouted, typing furiously on her laptop. "I'm scrambling their tracking, but it won't hold for long!"

Liam gritted his teeth. "We split up at the docks."

They reached the waterfront, jumping out as Trey ditched the van, sending it crashing into an abandoned warehouse. Smoke billowed, creating a temporary smokescreen. Liam led them down a series of alleyways, heading toward a hidden speedboat. But just as they neared the docks, headlights flooded the path ahead.

A group of men stepped forward—armed, dangerous, and definitely not cops. Their leader, a tall man in a dark coat, smirked. "Liam Carter. Always thought you were the best."

Liam clenched his fists. He recognized the man: Marcus Hale, a ruthless crime boss he'd crossed years ago.

"What do you want, Marcus?" Liam asked, stalling for time.

Marcus chuckled. "That money you're hauling? It belongs to me. And I intend to take it back."

Vince raised his gun, but before he could fire, shots erupted from both sides. Chaos exploded in the docks—bullets flying, people shouting. The police were closing in, the gang was relentless, and Liam knew they were trapped.

One by one, his team fell. Vince went down in a hail of bullets. Jackson was shot trying to run. Trey and Nadia barely made it to cover. Liam, bleeding from a wound in his side, crawled toward the speedboat, dragging the duffel bag of cash behind him. He had come too far to lose everything now.

Then he heard the unmistakable click of a gun behind him.

"Drop it, Carter," a cold voice commanded. He turned slowly. A detective—Sarah Monroe. She had been hunting him for years.

Liam smirked, despite the pain. "Took you long enough."

"Game over," she said, stepping closer. "You're done."

He glanced at the speedboat, the open water just beyond. He had one last shot at freedom. But as he made his move, a gunshot echoed.

Darkness swallowed him whole.

When Liam came to, he was in handcuffs, surrounded by cops. The heist had failed. His last job had turned into his greatest mistake. And as they hauled him away, he realized something chilling: no crime is ever perfect. Not even his.