Molly's voice dropped to a whisper as she slipped into the night. "I read the notes, Bill. The security system is due in ten minutes. And Mom left the lights on." Bill straightened, his eyes scanning the dark alley by them. "You think that's a problem?" Molly flashed a confident grin. "Well, I wasn't born today. "I've studied the security cameras. We're good to go." Bill snorted. "Easy for you to say. You're not the one with the five-foot-five frame and the crush on the receptionist." Molly rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "Hey, the guy can take a hint. Besides, I'm used to wearing heels. It's a talent." Bill raised an eyebrow. "Save me the chatter, Molly. We've got a job to do." Their eyes locked as they holstered their guns. "Right. Presents, baby. We've got one week until Christmas. Two nights. That's tomorrow I get to break into the Smith's backyard and have a party to remember after we've ripped off those stuffed animals." The air vibrated with tension. Molly's eyes darted around, taking in their surroundings until she spotted the target: a sprawling mansion with a well-lit front entrance, a gleaming swimming pool, and a candy-laden table at the back. "Great, a party in progress. I can already get a discount on sugar cookies." Bill shot back, his voice low. "Molly, one wrong move, we're caught. You keep your mouth shut for once." Molly puffed out her chest. "Oh, I'm a perfect angel. You know I can take it. Besides, I have a great idea for a heist story about the time I took down the evil candy-coated villain... okay, that never happened." Bill snorted. "Just in theory, for the book." The night air crinkled with the sound of sirens responding to the Smith's alarm. "It's showtime. Let's move out, Molly." They sprinted down the stairs, Matt slapping his back against the wall, as they reached the yard. Molly paused, scanning the lights, her eyes narrowing. "This isn't a bad idea. All that sugar on display... we could use it for a gift." Bill nudged her forward, a sly grin spreading. "Molls, you promised me a sweet payout." A golden-haired figure in a Santa hat called out from behind a nearby row of flowers. "Hey, boys! Come on in! Help me decorate for the party!" Their faces relaxed, just for a moment. Then, they sprang into action, slipping back inside just as the alarm sounded.