Run: 2026-02-19-01KHVPQKMV98D75R10HWVYFV64

The interior of the surveillance van smelled intensely of cheap garlic powder and professional anxiety. Through the cleverly tinted windshield of the nondescript plumbing vehicle, the suburban fortress loomed in the afternoon daylight. It was a viciously manicured split level house currently harboring the most lucrative stash of unrecorded physical assets in the entire metropolitan area. The lush backyard was heavily fortified by a giant inflatable dragon. Molly adjusted the focus ring on her tactical binoculars, her breath fogging the glass slightly as she leaned forward. She aggressively scanned the perimeter, mentally noting the choke points and escape paths. A massive hoard of sticky fingered hostiles swarmed the backyard patio, high on heavily frosted cupcakes and unbridled youth. The primary target was a folding banquet table draped in a polka dot plastic cloth. It sagged delightfully under the weight of brightly wrapped electronics, rare collectible building sets, and festive envelopes thick with untraceable cash. Beside her in the passenger seat, Bill rigorously tapped a pen against his clipboard. He was currently dressed in the uniform of a regional cable inspector, though his tactical combat boots somewhat ruined the casual blue collar illusion. He adjusted his earpiece and studied a hand drawn schematic of the lawn. "Give me the tactical breakdown of the patio area." Bill lowered the clipboard and cleared his throat. "The perimeter is surprisingly soft, but the hostiles are highly erratic. They are hopped up on pure processed sugar and lack any predictable patrol routes." Molly kept her eyes pressed to the binoculars. "And the primary stash?" "Located under the patio awning. It is poorly guarded by an unattended cooler of juice boxes, but the parental overwatch is active near the grill." She slowly processed this information. A father wearing cargo shorts was currently flipping burgers with alarming vigilance. "We need a localized distraction. Something that pulls the adults away from the patio." "I could deploy the smoke grenades." Molly lowered her optics and stared at her partner with profound disappointment. "We are not teargassing a bunch of seven year olds. Think smaller." He reached into the duffel bag resting between the seats. "I have a rogue ferret and three laser pointers." A slow grin spread across her face. The plan was coming together. "That is adequate. While the beast creates chaos near the bounce house, I will infiltrate the gift registry." "What if the clown spots you?" Molly checked the action on her grappling hook. "He makes balloon animals for a living. I think I can take him." "Just remember to grab the large silver box first. It is the limited edition hoverboard." Bill checked the metal latches on the animal carrier. Inside, a frantic scraping sound suggested their biological weapon was fully primed. He gave his partner a solemn nod of solidarity. They had pulled off casino vaults and museum galleries, but infiltrating a suburban backyard required a special brand of courage. Molly pulled a black beanie over her hair. She unlocked the heavy side door and stepped out into the humid air. The greatest heist of their entire professional careers was about to officially begin.