The target, the party, was a spacious two-story home nestled in an affluent suburban neighborhood. A large blue animated Smurf cake sat draped in colorful candles on the kitchen counter, digesting the vibrant chatter of the guests and the unwavering aroma of nacho cheese. "Alright, Bill, the door should be easy enough to unlock," whispered Molly, grinding her teeth as she stared at the digits inked under a map attached to her wrist. "What's the safest zone to be in when I come in?" answered Bill in a quiet, matter-of-fact tone. "The living room," she replied before he decided to go on. "Huh?," Bill said sarcastically. "It's also the farthest room. Give me 2 seconds and I'll be right there, that's how long you'll be able to stay." with a small nod, he heard her infer the perimeter alarms sounded once more. "You better watch out, since it speaks." What followed was a lighter thump as she ducked and proceeded down a staircase before she hid in the far corner spot near the window, a radio tuned to a soothing cooking show that helped mask her exhaust fan. "What about the friends?" "Molly, I know a cleaner." Everything was in place, she found herself knocking hard on the ceiling to signal the start of her intake of a thick stream of dust which masked her descent so Bill could avoid his scramble for dust. "Alright, alright, two seconds!"