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Molly traced a chubby crayon line on the floorplan, her expression grim. "The target is heavily fortified." Bill peered over her shoulder, clutching a half-eaten jam sandwich he’d sourced from a nearby kitchen. The blueprint was, in fact, a child’s drawing of a house with a lopsided roof and a smiling sun in the corner. "The 'Dragon's Lair' is the main thoroughfare," Molly continued, pointing to a scribbled green monster labeled 'Fluffy.' "Intel suggests a territorial miniature schnauzer. Distract it." Bill swallowed a mouthful of bread. "With what?" "A higher-value offering. I’m thinking a squeaky chicken." She moved her finger to a room marked with a wobbly 'X'. "The vault. Full of high-end loot: plastic jewels, construction bricks, possibly a timed explosive device disguised as a 'Pop-Up Pirate' game." Bill nodded, wiping jam on his trousers. “Extraction?” “Standard procedure. Through the garden, over the fence. But the primary obstacle isn't security, it's morale." She fixed him with a stern look. "One of the tiny operatives might offer you a piece of cake. Under no circumstances accept. Mission focus is paramount.” Bill sighed, his shoulders slumping. The true cost of crime was steep.