Enter Show Intel

Seven colors, seven names.
Pulled together for the same.
The vault was hit, the timing tight—
The plan was flawless. Till the night.

Blue watched doors. Green cut the feed.
Pink ran numbers. Orange took lead.
Red made noise. Yellow drove fast.
Purple vanished - gone at last.

The split was cold. No words exchanged.
But something dark began to change.
One went missing. One got paid.
One left behind a shallow grave.

Seven roles. One silent creed.
And in the end, what birthed the bleed?
Not fate, not wrath, not honest need—
The only constant here… was ______.