The heist began years ago.
On top of mountains and in tombs of treasure.
On rooftops and at dead ends, they chased us …
We fought - masked vagabonds - in the daylight.
Disappearing into the shadows.
Writing the tales of the Arabian nights.
As we looted, and stole and traded places.
We were the saviors of a generation.
We had money. And beauty. And time.
We danced with the enemy.
Villains and vixens.
We were anyone and everyone at once.
Leaving no traces.
No maps or clues.
This was a power heist.
The final chapter of the story, under the scorching sun and in the depths of the desert lands of Arabia.
Of Egypt and the Ancient Kingdoms of the Dead.
In the scorching sun …We burned.