Showing up at 45 Evans NY,NY on March 29th at 4:44pm, Jack was both excited and nervous. When he saw J. Daniel Atlas standing there- he too having a tarot card, Jack was thrilled. Opening the door, they all went in.
They were given blue prints, told how to pull the heist and what to do. Soon they all threw hours into the practice and making of the show. By the time the show came, Jack was different. On the outside he was friendly, and warm but on the inside he was still hurting and lonely. Henley and him didn't get along very well, it was like gasoline and fire. Merritt was more of a brotherly sort, but Danny was that idol that became just a friend. When the show came, Jack was at the start of his way to the top.
When Agent Dylan Rhodes took the horsemen in, he only interviewed 2 out of the 4. Danny was quick to piss Dylan off, but it was all for show. The New Orleans show came, and Dylan hid his impressed face behind his grumpy agent look. The horsemen were good- there was no denying that. But he had a job to do, and that was what he was there for.
Jack was quick, he managed to change his outfit and runaround the streets, creating a distraction so that Danny and the others could escape. From there the youngest one reunited with his crew and they all made it back to New York.
When the FBI realized the horsemen were in New York, they closed in quickly, not wanting to lose them again. As they went into the building, three of the four horsemen snuck out a few minutes prior. Jack stood burning all the papers, destroying the evidence. What was left in the apartment wasn't anything of importance, it was quite literally random papers and a few important ones. The kid was still scared, there was a lot that could go wrong and he didn't want that to happen. Keeping a clear head was important, but his nerves were getting to him. When Jack attacked agent Fuller, he felt bad, the man didn't deserve an ass kicking, but it was what was called for, and he had to play his part.
Agent Rhodes was more of a fight. The man was taller, bigger and a well experienced fighter. Jack knew martial arts, and knew how to take a hit. It also helped that he was light on his feet and jumping all around. When Rhodes pulled a gun, Jack froze. While it wasn't the first time he had been in front of a loaded gun, it was by far one of the scariest times- he knew the agent had the chance to pull the trigger, and shoot him. Cards at his side, spread across the floor, he grabbed a handful and threw them at the older man. Throwing them as cover, he ran out the apartment door and jumped down the garbage shoot. Just as he was midway, he saw the agent coming above him. As he landed, the agent landed on him, he threw the older man off and quickly ran. Tossing a garbage can, he tried to block the path of the other man. As he made it to street level- he had to jump down from a few smaller buildings and make his way there- which was no easy feat, he stole a car on the street.
Many things could have gone wrong in the last 5 minutes- which felt like a lifetime to Jack. There was still more to the plan to go, and Jack was nervous, his heart was pounding and he was sweating profoundly. The hits the agent landed on him did hurt quite a bit, but he needed to worry about driving. Weaving through traffic, anything could have gone wrong before he even got to the bridge, and he'd be dead for sure. As he sped, his heart raced more and more, getting in position, Merritt and Danny blocked the agent's car in traffic, and set the look alike car down. The car flipped in the air, Jack watched as it landed and burst into flames from his rearview mirror. As the car exploded, Jack Wilder died.
Jack kept driving, he couldn't get caught now. As he drove to his moms, he bit back a sob. He knew he had to do what was asked of him, but it didn't mean that it didn't not hurt. He was feeling melancholy, on one hand, had his mom been alive, his "death" would have hurt her. Miss Adela had died a few months ago, leaving Jack completely alone in the world.
Ditching the stolen car, he went up to his old apartment and grabbed the stuff he would need for later. Going to the bathroom, he pulled up his shirt and checked his bruises. Not the worst he had, but it would definitely be uncomfortable. Nothing was broken thankfully, that would be difficult to fix, especially considering he was, "dead".
Grabbing his duffel bag of stuff, he'd already cleaned out most of the apartment prior to starting the heists. Most of his mom's stuff he had donated, but he was sentimental, and kept her favorite jacket. It still smelt like her perfume- which he also kept. There wasn't much that he did keep, it was mostly pictures of his mom and him, and one of his dad- the picture was faded, and his dad was wearing a hat and not looking at the camera, but at Jack.
With a sad smile, he walked out with the rest of his things and closed the door behind him, taking a moment to say goodbye to his childhood, well what was left of it, and say goodbye to everything he knew. It was too late to go back, and his mom was long gone. Carrying his stuff, he threw it into the trunk of his mom's car. He'd kept it and used it to hold everything of his that he wanted to keep- he'd donated most of his mom's clothes and all the kitchen stuff, but the car was too big- He'd spent his childhood sitting in the backseat on the way to soccer, and baseball, and basketball. There were too many memories for him to give up the car.
With his destination in mind, he drove to the location of the safe. When the coast was clear, he made his way in, Welding glasses on, hoodie up, boots tied. He sprayed a chemical on the door that ate through the steel, the door then came crashing to the ground. Loading the money into bags, he quickly got it into his van- he had swapped out his mom's car for a van earlier, and made his way to the garage where Thaddeus's range rover was parked. Quickly loading it, he knew he did not have much time at all. When it was full, he ditched the van and the clothes before making his way to central park.
When it was all done and over with, the three horsemen met up with him and they walked to the carousel. As a child, he had always heard whispers of a secret magic society, and he didn't think them to be true until he started on this mission. As he walked into the carousel, excitement bubbles, they had been accepted into the Eye, the hard work paying off.