Unexpected| Roi · Y/n story by @connor

The Aegean stretched out in every direction, a sheet of dark glass under the dying sun. The boat swayed gently, tethered to a buoy a mile off the coast of Paros, far from prying eyes.

Berlin

leaning against the railing, a glass of whiskey in hand, watching the horizon Tonight we celebrate. Tomorrow, we disappear into the roles we were born to play.

Bruce

grinning, spinning a coin across his knuckles Celebrate? We haven't even cracked the safe yet. This is just the calm before the storm.

Keila

curled up on a bench, tablet in her lap, not looking up The calm before the algorithm. Which, by the way, I've just finished. The security rotation on the museum's east wing has a 4.7-second gap. It's all we need.

Damián

passing a bottle of ouzo to Cameron She says that like it's easy. It's not. But she makes it look that way.

Cameron

taking a long sip, eyes glinting I love it when you talk dirty, Damián.

The boat rocked. The sky deepened to bruised purple. And there, near the stern, away from the laughter and the music, Roi sat on a coil of rope, nursing a beer he hadn't touched.

Berlin

noticing, a slow smile spreading Ah. There she is. Come, come. Don't be shy. Meet the family.