"Molly, I want you to take a look at this layout." Bill unrolled a large blueprint on the messy table. Empty pizza boxes, grazzled coffee mugs, and scattered sheets covered the surface. He tapped his finger on the map. "See this room here, it's the birthday girl's playroom. All the presents should be kept there during the party." Molly leaned in closer, her short platinum hair glinting in the dim lamplight. "I see it. Entrance through the window?" "Eh, too risky with all those kids running around out back. Safer to go in through the ventilation system. Here, then crawl over, and drop down into the playroom." Bill traced a tentative path with a grease pencil. She whistled low. "Nice. And what'll you be doing while I'm cozy in the ductwork?" "Circulating, monitoring, waiting for my cue. I'll have eyes on the party. Once the pinata smashes, that's our go sign." "In and out, 30 seconds max." "You got it, darling. In, bag the swag, up and out. Simple." Molly rolled up the blueprint and stuffed it into her red leather satchel. "This party's Saturday, yeah? Plenty of time to case the joint Friday night." "Oh absolutely. Gotta make sure nothing changes." Bill picked up a half-eaten slice of pizza, examining it dubiously. "What's the dress?" "I'm thinking fluffy uniforms, matching. Look official, but undercover." "Well, you wished the wedding of Liza Minnelli to me once already." Molly snorted. "Don't remind me. But modern theme, ironically retro-chic. Very trendy in the upper classes these days." "Alright, I can get behind 21st Century. Big spender back then." She picked up a stack of composite sketches. "Security's got a little roving patrol, but not much. Nothing we can't handle. Figured route." "Amazing. You're an artist." "Gave up more lucrative careers in cartooning for this." She smirked. "So what are we expecting in terms of 'loot"? "Now, that's the golden question isn't it? Upwards 200 guests expected. Assume average 200 per kid, at about 3 gifts per - we're talking major scores. Could clear a few hundred k." Molly smiled in a feral fashion. "Not too shabby for a night's work." "A little more than the 89 cents they paid at Toys R Us. Picking this stuff." "I won't argue with that." "No need. Alright, gear's in the armory. Same bat channel, 7pm Friday. Big payday Saturday." "Boxed and bagged. You got this?" Molly loosened her collar and stretched her lean frame. "They leave a laser printer unattended? Let's see how a birthday goes now." "So what'll you wear to this soiree?" Bill stood next to help close up. Molly grinned impish. "Ha! The tickets are in, pal. Suits are pressed and charmeuse, so don't trifle with me!"