Illustration: Justin WoodGerald Blanchard could hack any bank, swipe any jewel. There was no security system he couldn’t beat.
Illustration: Justin Wood

The plane slowed and leveled out about a mile aboveground. Up ahead, the Viennese castle glowed like a fairy tale palace. When the pilot gave the thumbs-up, Gerald Blanchard looked down, checked his parachute straps, and jumped into the darkness. He plummeted for a second, then pulled his cord, slowing to a nice descent toward the tiled roof. It was early June 1998,

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