It had taken him six months to plan. He felt proud of this period, as the complexity, all the parameters he had to weigh, and the very nature of this particular undertaking would have required years for others. That is, of course, if they even dared to attempt it, if they proceeded with the implementation of such a daring plan.
He had gathered his accomplices—it would have been impossible to pull something like this off alone anyway—in the same way he used to choose players for his team when they played football in the field: methodically, purposefully, strategically. Each piece had its own role, its own talent to develop, and he would oversee and guide everything. As if he were the absolute king. Only then could they win the game. The most improbable, unique, profitable game of their lives. The one that would secure them everything. Everything they had ever dreamed of and even more.