**Chapter 1: The Day of the Heist**

As I stood outside the nondescript building on the outskirts of Madrid, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. Today was the day we had all been waiting for - the day we would put our plan into action and infiltrate the Royal Mint of Spain. I glanced down at my watch for what felt like the hundredth time, my mind racing with anticipation. My eyes wandered to the person standing beside me, Berlin. His rugged features and piercing gaze seemed to calm my racing heart. We had met while planning this heist, and I had to admit, I had been drawn to his charismatic and confident demeanor from the start. Our partnership had blossomed into something more, and now, as we stood together on the cusp of this daring adventure, I couldn't help but feel grateful to have him by my side. London, that's me, thought back to the countless nights we had spent strategizing, scheming, and getting to know each other. Our team, assembled by the enigmatic and brilliant Professor, had come together like a well-oiled machine. Each member brought their unique skills and expertise to the table, but it was Berlin and I who had formed a special bond. I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for what lay ahead. The plan was to get into the mint, disable the security system, and get to work printing our own money. Easy enough, right? But we all knew it wasn't going to be a walk in the park. There were risks involved, and the stakes were high. Berlin, sensing my unease, gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. His dark eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the excitement and focus burning within them. "Ready?" he whispered, his voice husky and low. I nodded, trying to appear braver than I felt. We were dressed in our usual attire - black clothes, gloves, and ski masks to conceal our identities. The rest of the team was already in position, waiting for our signal to begin. Palermo, our tech expert, gave us a thumbs-up from across the street, his eyes fixed intently on the mint's facade. "Here we go," Berlin whispered, his voice barely audible. With a deep breath, we set off towards the entrance, our footsteps echoing through the still morning air. The streets were quiet, save for the distant hum of traffic and the chirping of birds. It was almost surreal, the calmness of the scene contrasting sharply with the chaos that was about to ensue. As we approached the mint, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. This was it - the moment of truth. Berlin gave my hand another squeeze before releasing it, his eyes scanning the area one last time. The door we had been instructed to use was a nondescript metal one, tucked away in a corner of the building. I could see the hint of a security camera above it, but I knew that was already taken care of. With a final glance at each other, we stepped forward, our game faces firmly in place. The door swung open, and we slipped inside, disappearing into the shadows. It was showtime. The plan was to get in, get to work, and get out with a haul of €2.4 billion. Not a bad day's work, if you ask me. But little did we know, things were about to get complicated. What do I do now?