Yeah, I'm a con. I wake up in the morning knowing I stole stuff, knowing I killed people. But you know what I also know? I know I got away with it. So don't talk to me about guilt. Once I do the time- if I do the time- then I'll have plenty of free hours to contemplate my effect on the economy. But in the meantime, I'm in a nice apartment in downtown Chicago and have nowhere to go but up.

Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention: I have roommates. See that guy lounging around on the sofa? That's Face. Yeah, we named him after the A-Team character, but he can seriously charm anyone into giving him anything. He and Angel are the people to talk to if you want something. And see the guy coming in and yelling at Face? His name's Trigger. He does explosions. I've known him since middle school, and most days I'd walk into the classroom and something would've gone off. I've seen him do stink bombs, slime bombs, even a couple firecrackers. The nerd sitting at the kitchen table in front of the MacBook is Discus. We named him after this learning website where high school students go to write essays. He's our resident techie; very efficient hacker. The guy sitting by him, eating the quesadilla? That's Forbes. Yep, like the travel website. He's our planner, which mostly includes getaways. So the nickname is fitting, when you think about it. Other interests include anime and anything Japanese. You have no idea how many times we've ended up in Chinatown because of him. I'm the team's gateway to the locked world. I don't look like much, but the people who laugh at me obviously haven't seen me work. I can crack safes, pick locks, and pretty much baffle security forces everywhere. Not to mention I throw a pretty strong punch. They call me Slip because I've escaped more prisons than the rest of them combined.

None of us knows each other's real name. None of us wants to. And none of us can stand not having anything to do.

So naturally, we pulled a heist.