Run: 2026-02-24-01KJ8W8CZ34F3PSB6QRKBX1GAB

The van smelled of old fast food and low-stakes crime. Molly, her face illuminated by a flashlight clipped to a blueprint, pointed a gloved finger at a crayon diagram labeled "TIMOTHY'S SUPER FUN DAY!!" "This is the motherlode, Bill. The presents are the primary objective." Bill sighed, eyeing the assortment of tools between them: a lockpick set next to a glitter-gun, bolt cutters beside a rainbow lasso meant for a piñata. He adjusted the giant, rubber clown nose that was part of his infiltration disguise. "We're professionals. This is a kid's party." "Precisely! Low security, predictable patterns. The cake distraction is at 1400 hours. We go in as entertainers, swap the gift bags for our empties, and exfiltrate during the cha-cha slide." Bill stared at the diagram's smiling sun. "I have a bad feeling about the pony."