The night air was crisp, thick with the scent of rain as Max, Harry, and Lena stood in the alley behind the art gallery. The building loomed over them, its sleek glass windows hiding the fortune buried beneath its floors.
Max adjusted his earpiece, keeping his voice low. "Everyone ready?"
Lena crouched beside a rusted electrical box, her fingers working swiftly to disable the fire suppression system. "Almost there. Give me thirty seconds."
Harry leaned against the wall, clad in all black, rolling his shoulders like this was just another night out. "I love a good heist."
Max ignored him, watching the rooftop where a single sniper patrolled. One mistake, and this entire thing would go to hell.
"Done." Lena stood, smirking. "When the smoke hits, there won't be a system to put it out."
Max nodded. "Harry?"
Harry pulled a small, sleek device from his pocket—a remote detonator connected to a hidden smoke bomb planted inside the gallery's ventilation system. He twirled it between his fingers before pressing the button.
A beat of silence.
Then—
The fire alarms blared inside the building.
Through the glass doors, Max could see guests in elegant attire glancing around in confusion. The guards tensed, speaking into their radios as a thick haze began creeping through the vents.
Chaos erupted.
Security rushed to evacuate the civilians. The gallery staff hurried toward the exits. And just like that, the guards that had been stationed near the basement entrance abandoned their posts.
"Showtime," Harry muttered.
Max led the way, slipping through the side entrance as Lena jammed the electronic locks. They moved fast, avoiding the security cameras Lena had looped earlier in the day.
They reached the basement door. A heavy, reinforced slab of steel. Lena cracked her fingers, pulling out her tools. "Give me two minutes."
Harry and Max kept watch as she worked.
From upstairs, shouts echoed—guards barking orders, guests protesting the sudden emergency.
Lena cursed. "This lock is a bitch."
Max's jaw tightened. "Hurry."
Harry pulled his gun, checking the magazine. "Relax, pretty boy. If anyone comes down, I'll handle it."
A final click—then the door unlocked.
Lena smirked, pushing it open. "Told you I got it."
They stepped inside.
The vault was massive—floor-to-ceiling steel shelves lined with cash, documents, and black duffel bags filled with God-knows-what.
Max exhaled. "Jackpot."
Harry clapped his hands. "Let's rob this bastard."
Lena moved quickly, hacking into Dominic's private accounts while Max and Harry stuffed duffel bags with cash. Every dollar stolen was another nail in Dominic's coffin.
But then—
A voice crackled through their earpieces.
"Boys," Ava's voice was urgent. "You need to get out. Now."
Max froze. "What?"
Ava's voice was sharp. "Dominic's men just arrived. They know you're here."
Harry cursed. "Of course they do."
Lena zipped up her bag. "We've got what we came for. Let's move."
Max threw a final glance at the vault—then made the call.
"Go."
Because now, it wasn't just about robbing Dominic.
It was about making it out alive.
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Silent Shadows | Harry Styles x Male! OC
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