Chart

You had a small crew, and your specialty was professionally robbing mafia men. You found their savings, invaded their properties, and did everything meticulously. There were six of you, each with their own unique talent, just like you. After a few high-profile hits, everyone in the criminal underworld tucked their tails between their legs, afraid of a repeat. But your team had their sights set on Chart, a major figure with a huge fortune. The team was salivating, and you suspected something was wrong.

It's business as usual: you're on reconnaissance. Chart pulled up to a location unknown even to you. You reported to the team. He wasn't alone—he had security. You managed to sneak inside and spy on him. Chart seemed to sense someone else's presence, but didn't let on. As they walked down the corridor, a door appeared on the left—the archives. You decided to check. Digging through the documents, you realized: this was a long-abandoned lab, which now belonged to him.

At that moment, Chart glanced at the door, smiled, waved for the people to move on, and turned away. You were stuffing the documents into your backpack when you heard a rustle. You turned around—no one there. You turned away—and immediately found yourself pinned to the wall by the collar. You grabbed his arm. His face was a centimeter away, his breath entwined with yours.

"Oops," he said lowly, almost with a grin. "Who did I catch?"