Mom you are Guilty too

I remember the day like it was yesterday. The adrenaline coursed through my veins, the rush of excitement and fear mingling in the air. I had joined a notorious gang of criminals, seeking a sense of belonging and purpose that had eluded me for so long. Our plan was audacious yet meticulously crafted - we were going to rob the largest bank in the city.

My name is Kali, and my journey into this life of crime was far from typical. Life had not been kind to me, and I found myself teetering on the edge of desperation when I crossed paths with the gang. It was a chance encounter in a rundown bar, and in that dimly lit room, I saw something I had longed for—an opportunity to belong.

Jackal, the enigmatic leader of the gang, was the first to approach me. His eyes bore into mine, and I could sense that he saw my desperation, my hunger for a purpose greater than the miserable existence I had known. "You look like you could use a change of scenery," he said, his voice low and magnetic.

I didn't need convincing. Jackal's offer was a lifeline in a sea of hopelessness. I nodded, my voice choked with emotion. "I'm in," I replied, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination.

From that moment on, I became a member of the gang, initiated into a world of shadows and secrets. The others, each with their own stories of hardship and rebellion, welcomed me with cautious acceptance. Luna, the master of disguise, Blade, the safecracker with a deft touch, Cipher, the computer genius, Ghost, the fearless getaway driver, Falcon, the sharpshooter with a deadly aim, and, of course, Jackal, our charismatic leader.

We spent weeks honing our skills and meticulously planning the audacious heist that would solidify my place among them. The target was the city's largest bank, a seemingly impenetrable fortress that held secrets and treasures beyond imagination.

As the day of the heist approached, the tension within the gang was palpable. The planning was meticulous, every detail of the operation scrutinized and perfected. Jackal, the mastermind behind it all, was relentless in his pursuit of perfection. Failure was not an option.

The day arrived, a cloudless morning that belied the storm of emotions swirling within me. I stood with my fellow gang members in a hidden hideout, our masks concealed in the darkness, ready to be donned like a shroud of anonymity.

Jackal's eyes, once again piercing and unwavering, met mine. "Remember why you're here," he said, his voice a low rumble. "For us, there's no turning back."

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew that once we entered that bank, there was no turning back. This was the moment when the line between right and wrong blurred into a shadowy world where the only thing that mattered was loyalty to the gang.

The minutes ticked away, and as the clock approached our designated time, the adrenaline surged through me once again. This was it—the culmination of weeks of preparation and training. We had to execute the plan flawlessly, or we would be lost in the chaos.

With the security cameras disabled, I joined the others in the heart of the bank. The tension in the air was palpable as we moved with calculated precision. Luna, in her impeccable disguise, had successfully infiltrated the bank's inner workings. Blade had studied the vault's intricate lock system for months, and Cipher had hacked into the bank's security cameras, giving us the advantage of invisibility.

As the vault door swung open, revealing the treasures within, a rush of exhilaration and fear coursed through me. The gold bars, glittering like the promise of a new life, were carefully loaded onto a trolley.

We moved swiftly, every second ticking away as we worked together in a well-choreographed dance of criminal expertise. But then, a sudden realization struck me—the bank's silent alarm had been triggered. The element of surprise was slipping away, and the clock was no longer our ally.

The heist was spiraling into chaos, and as alarms blared throughout the bank, our escape route was compromised. We were running out of time, and the consequences of our audacious plan hung in the balance.

In the midst of the chaos, Jackal's voice crackled over the radio, his tone urgent. "Get out now! The game has changed!"

Our once meticulously crafted plan had been turned on its head, and the weight of our audacious ambitions pressed upon us. With the gold bars in tow, we had no choice but to make a hasty retreat.

As we burst out of the bank, the world outside had transformed into a battlefield of flashing lights and blaring sirens. The police had descended upon us like a relentless storm, and it was a race against time to escape their grasp.

Ghost, our fearless getaway driver, maneuvered the vehicle with the skill of a master, navigating the city's labyrinthine streets as if he had been born to it. The police were in hot pursuit, their sirens wailing like banshees.

But Ghost was unflinching, leading us through a maze of hidden alleys and backstreets, each turn taking us farther from the grasp of the law. It was a white-knuckle ride, and I couldn't help but wonder if we would emerge from this ordeal unscathed.