I once swore I’d try a midnight raid on a town’s old armory. We slipped past the guards, hit the vault, and walked out with a chest full of gold and a badge of honor. It was risky as hell, but the payoff was worth every heartbeat.

First thing, I hit the loot hard and fast, so nobody had time to think. Then I laid out the plan—each of us gets a cut, but the whole crew keeps it tight because I’m the one with the map and the muscle. A little bribe, a promise of the next big score, and a reminder that the only thing more dangerous than the guards is a mutiny in the back. That’s how I keep the peace after the rush.