Prologue (The present July 2009) This was the house, once I entered who knows what would be reality and what wouldn’t, this would be the defining moment, the moment that would be around for people to tell their children for many generations to come, the moment that would change history forever. Chapter 1: The Heist (The past August 2006) “Ok Guys you ready” A mysterious man said over our radios. There were 4 of us, including the man over the radio who we only knew as “Blue Raven” he had a gruff voice and from all I could hear he was either Australian or South African. Then there was Scotty, he was a man in his mid-20’s from Essex, Scotty always wore a silver skull necklace that his father gave him about an hour before his house blew up. There was also a woman in her early twenty’s whose name was Cassidy Brown. She liked sneaking around and her favourite element was surprise she also enjoyed taking things and keeping them as her own so we just call her “Magpie”. Finally there was me, I was the bulkiest yet the youngest in our group. My coach at school suggested me several times for the school rugby team but I was more interested in scavenging and building things to my advantage. I was known as “Scrap” or “Vulture”. “Are you ready guys and gals?” Said Blue Raven Before we could load our guns and say we were ready we heard an explosion. Our instincts told us to run towards the vault. Around six to eight men blocked our way so we were forced to hide behind some overturned desks or face being taken down just a mere thirty seconds into the robbery. All but Scotty slid for the desks, me and magpie both shouted “Get down!” He did not listen and soon found himself in a whole heap of trouble. Soon the 6 to 8 men turned to around 15 then to 25 eventually Scotty was so out in the open they surrounded him. Normally in this circumstance we would shoot into the crowd but not this time especially when Scotty was in that crowd.