**Chapter 1: The Heist and Heartbreak**

As I stood beside Denver, our eyes locked on the vault's security cameras, I couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline. We were in the midst of the heist of a lifetime, and our team, led by The Professor, was executing the plan flawlessly. Denver, my boyfriend of a few months, turned to me and smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. I smiled back, but my heart skipped a beat as he took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. The plan was to rob the Royal Mint of Spain, and we were all playing our parts to perfection. Denver, the charming and suave member of our team, was tasked with keeping an eye on the security guards while I, an expert in forensic analysis, helped disable the alarms. But as we worked, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. Denver seemed distant, and I couldn't help but wonder if he was having second thoughts about our relationship. As the night wore on, we successfully cracked the vault and began filling bags with cash. The team's excitement was palpable, but I couldn't muster up the same enthusiasm. Denver's distant behavior had left me feeling uneasy, and I couldn't help but wonder what was wrong. It wasn't until we took a short break in the mint's basement that Denver dropped the bombshell. "We need to talk," he said, his voice low and serious. My heart sank as he led me to a corner, out of earshot of the others. "What's going on?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. "I'm sorry, it's just...I don't think this is working out," Denver said, his eyes avoiding mine. My world came crashing down. "What do you mean? We're in the middle of a heist, and you're breaking up with me?" Denver shrugged, looking uncomfortable. "I know it's not the best timing, but I think it's for the best." I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I turned and stumbled away, leaving Denver standing alone. The rest of the team was busy collecting cash and preparing for our escape, oblivious to my heartbreak. I grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the mint's storage room and took a swig, feeling the burn all the way down. I didn't care about the consequences; I just wanted to numb the pain. As the night wore on, I found myself drinking more and more, the liquor fueling my tears and anger. I stumbled around the basement, laughing and crying, until I collapsed onto a nearby couch. That's when I saw them – Tokyo, Berlin, and Nairobi – rushing towards me, concern etched on their faces. Tokyo grabbed the bottle from my hand and set it aside, while Berlin and Nairobi helped me sit up. "Hey, hey, it's okay," Tokyo said, wrapping her arms around me. "We've got you." Nairobi fetched me a glass of water, while Berlin handed me a towel to wipe my face. I looked up at them, my vision blurry, and sobbed. The three of them took turns caring for me, making sure I was okay and trying to calm me down. They whispered words of encouragement and support, reminding me that I was part of the team and that we were all in this together. As I sat there, surrounded by my friends, I realized that I wasn't alone. I had them, and together, we would get through this heist, and whatever came next. But for now, I just let them hold me, and let the tears flow.