"Alright, you sure you're up for this, Bill? I don't want to leave any room for error," Molly said as she scoped out the windows of the brightly lit party hall from the alleyway. Bill adjusted his bowtie and flashed a confident grin. "Have you ever known me to back down from a challenge, partner? A few week's pay in bright shiny wrapping paper? You and I both know this is right up our alley." Molly sighed and shook her head, "I guess you're right, for once." She handed Bill a bag of lockpicks. "These should do the trick. Just make sure you're careful and don't rouse the birthday boy. I don't want this turning into mess. The happy birthday balloons have camouflage." Bill nodded. "You got it. Go in through the front door after I get the back open. We'll need to take in and out fast, but we'll have a clean getaway. I'll meet you at the van on the other side of the building once the coast is clear." The friends shared a smirk and fist bump before going their separate ways through the dark.