Operation Revolution - ARMS

A week later

We hadn't really talked much about the heist since the meeting, which I'm not at all sure whether it's a good thing or not. I've been stressing out too much since the failed heist and traveling back in time that I hadn't really got any time to relax by myself. Like every day for the past week, I sat in my room while the others were doing their ARMS labor for the day, trying to push anything about the heist out of my brain, but I couldn't do it completely.

What am I even doing this for?

I've always been questioned whether putting myself through all this would be worth it. I've also always tried to be optimistic, hoping that everything will turn out alright and ARMS League will go back to being the prestigious industry that it used to be.

I keep thinking that the new plan we came up with isn't good enough. It's literally got more holes than a sieve – too many things can go wrong.

To be completely honest, there's also a part of me that's telling me I'm overthinking everything. I'm not surprised; I mean, overthinking is the thing that I'm best at, but I'm not proud of it either. Just for once, I'd like to under analyze a situation just so I could get this feeling of... of ease. The feeling that everything will actually be alright. But right now, that's like the one thing unobtainable for me. In fact, I just spent half my sleeping hours picturing fake scenarios in my head – I know a lot of people probably do it, but those thoughts haunt me all night and I'd rather not have them.

I laid in my bed, the blanket up to my waist. I folded my hands.

The faces of my friends started floating around in my head. I know that I've lived a relatively lucky and blissful life, and I've learned to appreciate that.

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......

What was it that really screwed up the heist? I closed my eyes shut, trying my best to remember. Everything went well at first, we were all silent and did what we were supposed to do. We had thought out everything perfectly – at least that's what we thought. I remember us standing still and noiselessly in the chamber as we waited for Mecha's USB stick to work. It was then Twintelle's supernatural hearing picked up on Coyle approaching. We then escaped before heading to get Spring Man's expulsion files and... well.

That's when it hit me. I mean, I've realized this multiple times before, but this time IT HIT ME. We failed because we were completely oblivious to the plans of COYLE HERSELF! I sat up, suddenly feeling like an absolute dumbass more than ever. We were so focused on doing what we needed that we forgot about Coyle, who literally played the BIGGEST part about why we would succeed or not. I mean, we were concerned about being caught, but none of us even CONSIDERED to think about what Coyle would be doing against us.

Oh. My. God.

"But what if we lose the fight?" Springtron's words came echoing in my head, "perhaps the ARMS energy won't run out as fast as we expected? And maybe she doesn't fight us with robots? If we're changing our action, who's to say she won't?"