**Chapter 1: A Heist to Remember, or Forget**

As I put on my mask and adjusted my gloves, a wave of nausea washed over me. I tried to shake it off, thinking it was just nerves. After all, this was the big one – the Royal Mint of Spain heist. The plan had been months in the making, and I was about to find myself face to face with a vault full of cash. The gang had been assembled by the Professor, and we had all been warned about the risks. But I had never felt this anxious before. I glanced around at my teammates, all of whom seemed focused and ready to go. The Professor gave a nod, and we filed into the mint. Our goal was to print our own money, not to steal it. It was a clever plan, and I had faith in the Professor's genius. But as we made our way to the basement, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. I had eaten a questionable tuna sandwich for lunch, and now I was regretting it. As we began to work on the presses, I started to feel a little lightheaded. I stumbled and almost fell, but Tokyo caught me by the arm. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked, concern etched on her face. I nodded, trying to play it off. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little... dizzy." But as we continued to work, I knew I wasn't fine. The nausea was getting worse, and I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead. I tried to focus on the task at hand, but my stomach was churning like a washing machine. Suddenly, I couldn't take it anymore. I stumbled away from the press, my hand covering my mouth, and made a beeline for the bathroom. I barely made it to the toilet before I lost it, vomiting up a mixture of tuna and coffee. The gang was hot on my heels, concern and alarm written across their faces. "Rio, what's wrong?" Nairobi asked, holding my hair back as I continued to vomit. I shook my head, mortified. "I don't know... I think it was the tuna sandwich." The Professor handed me a glass of water. "Drink this, and let's get you cleaned up." But it wasn't just a one-time thing. Over the next few minutes, I vomited multiple times, each episode leaving me feeling weaker and more exhausted. The gang took turns holding my hair back, fetching me water, and generally taking care of me. Tokyo fetched some towels and helped me clean up, while Nairobi tried to calm me down. "It's okay, Rio. We've got this. You just focus on getting better." The Professor took charge, directing the others to keep an eye on me while they continued with the heist. "We can't afford to have Rio in this state for the rest of the job," he said. "But we also can't leave him behind. We'll have to adjust our plan." As I sat on the floor, feeling miserable and useless, I couldn't help but wonder if I had made a huge mistake. Was I really cut out for this kind of thing? And what was going to happen to us if I couldn't even make it through a simple heist? The gang was counting on me, and I didn't want to let them down. But for now, I just needed to focus on getting better. I took a sip of water, feeling a little more human, and looked around at my teammates. They were all still smiling, still focused on the task at hand. But I could see the worry in their eyes. They knew I wasn't okay, and they knew it could get worse. What happens next?