THE ITALIAN MISSION

iled blueprint of the San Marco Palazzo. Lines of ink traced the intricate layout, highlighting security checkpoints, ventilation

d with a state-of-the-art laser grid and a motion sensor alarm. Bypassing that elect

had honed his ability to translate diagrams into a mental map, anticipatin

ze the city's annual Carnevale celebration as a smokescreen. The canals will be teeming with

t here, an abandoned canal leading directly into the palazzo's basement. Years ago, it was used

tten canal?" Charlie asked, already form

igh-powered motorboat, modified for stealth and speed, through the labyrinth of canals. We'

d. His skills at navigating tight corners and eluding pursuers were legendary. But a na

losives expert, would utilize a specifically designed thermal lance to cut through the vault door. The trick, John e

w whistle escaping his lips. "And what about our newcom

plements ours – quick thinking, a knack for adaptation, and a cool head under pressure. He'

constructed plan. Steve's sudden appearance on the scene still felt like a missing

erious, "you mentioned this being one las

s. "There's… someone I need to look after," he finally said, his voice bar

oritizing the thrill of the heist over any form of personal attachment. Yet, a new wrinkle had been add

ettling on his shoulders. "Let's hear the details about Steve. Once

exploits, his credentials carefully vetted. As he listened, Charlie couldn't help but sense a desp

e freedom he'd just tasted felt hollow, the call of the game too strong to ignore. Perhaps, in the chaos of the Venetian Dream, h