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Tromsø – A Little Ice, A Lot of Trouble

By Glitch – Still the Guy Who Hacks Stuff (Now With Frostbite)

Bank number ten. Tromsø. Arctic winds, snow everywhere, and darkness that feels personal.
Perfect setting for a quiet, smooth heist.
Naturally, it turned into complete madness.

Everything started fine. Cameras — down. Sensors — snoozing. I had the system wrapped up tighter than Russell’s spreadsheets.
Papito slid in like he was born in a snowstorm. Fast, silent, beautiful. Like a ballet dancer with brass knuckles.

And then... the floor cracked. Not metaphorically — literally.
Turns out, old buildings in northern Norway don’t like three grown men sneaking through a service tunnel with a duffel bag full of gadgets. We dropped half a meter mid-move, and I may or may not have screamed. Loudly.

Rafał didn’t blink. He just climbed out like nothing happened and knocked out a guard with one hit — dude’s probably still dreaming of reindeer.
Russell rerouted the building’s heat so the vault door sensors froze. Genius, but also: I could no longer feel my fingers.

Papito handled the vault, obviously. No alarms. No violence (unless you count him elbowing a banker in a Santa sweater — long story).
We got the money. We left a calling card.
And we vanished into the polar night like professionals who definitely did not fall through the floor.

Ten down. Thirty-nine to go.
If Tromsø was the coldest job so far, I’m scared of what comes next.

– Glitch