MidReal Story

The Stadium Heist

Scenario:Jack moved like a shadow through the dimly lit warehouse, his black tactical gear blending seamlessly with the darkness. His target lay ahead—a high-profile stadium where tonight’s game had the entire city’s attention. He checked his watch. Time was tight. Slipping through the loading bay, he reached a maintenance truck he had scouted earlier. A quick flick of his lockpick, and he was inside. The ignition hummed to life under his deft touch, and within minutes, he was en route to the stadium, weaving through the city streets with calculated precision. Upon arrival, Jack parked the truck near the stadium’s service entrance. A janitor’s uniform, stolen from the warehouse, was his disguise. Adjusting his cap low over his eyes, he grabbed the duffel bag holding his tools and walked through the employee entrance without a second glance. Navigating through the corridors, Jack found the players' changing room. Security was light—everyone was focused on the ongoing game. He pulled a small vial from his pocket, an advanced anesthetic in aerosol form, designed to dissipate after a few minutes. With a practiced hand, he inserted the vial into a modified ventilation sprayer, then triggered the release. A fine mist hissed into the air, its near-silent dispersion ensuring no one was alerted. The room had to be completely silent for his next move. Peeking inside, he watched as the first player slumped forward, followed by another. Within moments, all of them were unconscious, breathing deeply in a chemically induced sleep. Jack counted the bodies. All accounted for. Moving quickly, he stepped inside, careful not to inhale any residual gas. He had less than five minutes before someone would check in. His next objective lay just ahead, past the unconscious athletes—another step in his carefully crafted plan. Jack adjusted his gloves, then got to work.
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Jack moved like a shadow through the dimly lit warehouse, his black tactical gear blending seamlessly with the darkness. His target lay ahead—a high-profile stadium where tonight’s game had the entire city’s attention. He checked his watch. Time was tight. Slipping through the loading bay, he reached a maintenance truck he had scouted earlier. A quick flick of his lockpick, and he was inside. The ignition hummed to life under his deft touch, and within minutes, he was en route to the stadium, weaving through the city streets with calculated precision. Upon arrival, Jack parked the truck near the stadium’s service entrance. A janitor’s uniform, stolen from the warehouse, was his disguise. Adjusting his cap low over his eyes, he grabbed the duffel bag holding his tools and walked through the employee entrance without a second glance. Navigating through the corridors, Jack found the players' changing room. Security was light—everyone was focused on the ongoing game. He pulled a small vial from his pocket, an advanced anesthetic in aerosol form, designed to dissipate after a few minutes. With a practiced hand, he inserted the vial into a modified ventilation sprayer, then triggered the release. A fine mist hissed into the air, its near-silent dispersion ensuring no one was alerted. The room had to be completely silent for his next move. Peeking inside, he watched as the first player slumped forward, followed by another. Within moments, all of them were unconscious, breathing deeply in a chemically induced sleep. Jack counted the bodies. All accounted for. Moving quickly, he stepped inside, careful not to inhale any residual gas. He had less than five minutes before someone would check in. His next objective lay just ahead, past the unconscious athletes—another step in his carefully crafted plan. Jack adjusted his gloves, then got to work.
I moved like a shadow, my black tactical gear blending with the darkness.
The only sound came from the faint hum of the security lights lining the roof.
Their beams pointed away from me, casting a path of shadows my way.
My target lay just ahead—a series of warehouses and storage facilities in the southeastern part of the city.
My mission tonight was simple: steal as many high-value items as I could in the two hours I had at my disposal.
Two hours wasn’t a lot, but I’d had no choice.
The alternative was waiting another six months for a window of opportunity, and I just couldn’t do that.
Not a single second.
So here I was, doing something I never thought I’d do—pulling a heist during one of the busiest times of the year.
The Stadium Heist