Molly positioned the small, stockman ladder beneath the skylight of Macy's toy department. Shards of twinkling light danced across her black-gloved hands as she fidgeted with the locking mechanism. Her mouth was pressed into a determined frown, eyes narrowed in concentration. It was moments like these - the seconds before the grand theft - that Molly felt most alive. "Ready for this little number?" She asked Bill, a hint of cockiness beneath the words. They'd been through countless heists together, but none quite like this one. The thrill tingled beneath her skin - a high-pitched bass note only she could hear. Bill shuffled on his feet, taking one last drag of his cigarette before flicking it away. The smoke curled up from his lips in a thin trail, illuminated by the haze of the city lights. "Just a borderline illegal kidnapping, right?" he mused, eyebrow raised at Molly's audacity. His voice held a smidgeon of incredulity mixed with admiration; however far Molly strung her'll, Bill never failed to keep up. The two locked gazes for a moment, an unspoken cue for the start of their perilous maneuver. Molly ascended gracefully upward along the ladder rungs, each movement highlighted by finesses from years of experience. At eye level with the skylight now, Molly tightened her grip on the lock pick for added precision. A few twists later, accompanied by a barely audible *click*, the skylight gave way, offering Molly unrestricted access to the epicenter of their target, "Macy's Toy Department," the single most dangerous landscape imaginable..."