The alley behind the community center was shadowy and reeked of stale beer. Molly lit up a cigarette and took a long drag, blowing the smoke out in a huff. She gazed impatiently at her watch. Where the hell was Bill? Just then, a portly man in a baggy suit and glasses emerged from the darkness. He was hunched over, clutching a large black satchel to his chest. "Sorry I'm late," he wheezed. "Had to finagle the schematics from the janitor." Molly rolled her eyes. "Fifty bucks says he's been diddlin' his Brazilian au pair again. You think you can stay focused, Snoopy?" Bill bristled. "Hey, I can stay focused. It's just when she goes all Twangy, I get a little...* "S SHHH! Keep your voice down," Molly snapped. They were only a few yards from the alley entrance. The sound of a children's party drifted on the air - tinny music, shrill laughter, the occasional pop of a balloon. Bill nodded, meekly. He unzipped the satchel and fumbled inside for a bit before withdrawing a complicated looking device. Molly arched an eyebrow. "The heck is that contraption?" "A stealth generator," Bill said proudly. "It'll short-circuit the alarm system. We'll be in and out before those yuppies can sing 'Happy Birthday'." Molly grabbed it and examined it with a critical eye. "This looks like an escape pod from Smallville. Just get me through the door without tripping any sensors or we're both going up the river." Bill's face fell. He loved her bossiness but hated her pessimism. "Look, I've done plenty of heists-" "That's why we're in this side gig!" Molly spat, jabbing a finger at his chest. "Two years in Sing Sing and I'm bleh!" She clutched her stomach and made a hacking sound. Bill winced, brushed down his suit, and glanced nervously at the window with the stealth generator. "Well, we'd better get cracking. The show starts in ten."