The rain outside blurred the light, casting shadows on the two thieves as they sat in their usual safehouse deep in the heart of the city. Molly picked this simple children's party to strike. It was the right time, the right place, and the right people were in attendance. Even their chances were good, considering the party's high energy and chaotic nature would create a smokescreen for their escape. "Molly, you know this won't be as easy as we think," Bill hesitated, breathing unsteady. He'd never been this close to infiltrating a high profile social gathering. "It's never smooth sailing in this game, Bill. Don't forget, we've infiltrated worse crime spots, from art-saving banks to rooms full of invaluable artifacts," Molly retorted, determined to prove themselves in their particular craft. Bill sighed, acknowledging her point. "I'll do it, if it'll take me to the next level, even if it's walking on a tightrope narrow as our chances," he said, as his mind shifted to the potential rewards laid bare in the organized chaos. Their binary responsibility may not be as black and white as Molly initially led on, but they had a plan, a good one they hoped. The task was\...innocently malicious but incredibly daring. As long as they stuck together through the dread face of challenge, they just might walk away with their pockets filled and their bellies heavy with the power of achievement that follows completed heists. Giddy with anticipation, they grappled with the thrill. Their morality was debatable, but the thrill of the adventure was, by any standards, pure adrenaline.