When Mikey first came to me and told me what he wanted to do, I thought he'd lost his mind.

Nobody robs a casino in real life, not unless they want to go to prison.

Even in the movies, people don't get away with it. But the more he talked about it,

showing me his blueprints and plans, the more I realized he had been thinking about this for a long,

long time. And his idea was ingenious. If executed correctly, there would be a very good chance

at safety and a clean getaway. He had a man on the inside who had revealed to him the weaknesses

in the casino security systems. Still, I imagined there were plenty of factors he hadn't accounted for.

That's why I came to you, he said, when I pointed that out. You're the engineer in the family.

How would you like to retire at 40, Brian? We'd be so rich. You'd never have to work another day

in your life at that soul-crushing job you're always complaining about. Not only that,

but this is our chance to make history. That part got me. Don't ask me why.

The whole thing felt like a challenge to my analytical mind, which I couldn't deny.

The feet of surpassing a casino security system would be talked about for decades. Perhaps even centuries.

Books would be written about it. Movies would be made, and podcasts would explore the theories

on how it was accomplished. All right, I'm in. I finally told him after several days' consideration.

But if things start to go sideways, promise me you'll put a stop to this. I don't want to see

either one of us in prison. He just smiled, saying that wasn't going to happen. And he was right.

What ended up happening was much worse. While Mikey worked to assemble a team,

I said about doing my end of things. There were so many unknowns right from the start.

But the gears were turning in my head, and I was already starting to think of solutions to our problems.

As an engineer, that's what I do. And I'm damn good at it.

Measurements needed to be taken, first of all, to get even the most basic layout and understanding

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