FTG Writes: My hands are trembling as I remove the painting from its display. With this last piece of art, I can head to the van and get out of here. As I make my way back through the exhibition halls, I pass the guards I’ve already knocked out…and one I haven’t. This last guard spots me and sounds the alarm, dropping barriers and trapping me inside the hall. The cops are on their way, and I’m about to fight my way out of the art gallery. As the cops come through the side door, SWAT members drop through the ceiling above. My drill hasn’t opened the security room yet, so I’m practically a sitting duck as my assailants approach. This is the intensity of Payday 2.