The school bus finally rolls into a parking space right beside the museum and I'm nervous as hell.

I'm on the brink of a breakdown with slight symptoms of hypoxia from all the heavy breathing I've been doing since I left school.

I'm desperately trying to remain calm and remind myself what's at stake, but the first major crime is never really easy.

It's either this, or be exposed as a fraud, followed by detention in another prison, however.

"Remember the plan." The wizard speaks from his ...