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Molly tapped the blueprints spread across the table. The room was dark. "The security system is a joke. It's a motion sensor light." "A light?" Bill chewed a pen cap. "That's it? High-end operation." "It turns on when you move. We move slow." "Slow? I'm a sprinter. Built for speed." "You're a liability. The kids are the threat." "Kids? They're five. Barely tie shoes." "Sticky fingers. Zero moral compass. Plus, parents." "Parents. Armed?" "Wine. Lots of it. Passed out by the piñata." Bill nodded. "Target?" "Everything. Legos, games, plushies." "Plushies? They take space." "Don't ask. We bag them. No questions." "Cake?" "Leave it. Messy evidence. Frosting stains." "I love cake. Cake is life." "You love prison. Focus." "Extraction point?" "Back alley. Garbage bins. Hide loot." "Smells terrible. I hate garbage." "Tax write-off. Distract the DJ." "I can't distract a DJ." "Cut the music." "I don't know how." "Pull the plug. Simple." "Okay. You?" "Tree. Under the staircase." "Loaded?" "Heavily. PS5 in red foil. Maybe two." "Sweet. I want the PS5." "No. You get Legos. I need electronics." "Why? Legos are gold." "Resale. You sell Legos for pennies." "I sell to kids." "We sell to pawn shops. Cleaner." Bill frowned. He looked nervous. "Feels wrong." "It's a heist. Not charity. Professionals." "Kids cry." "Targets. In or out? Schedule." Molly stared hard, her eyes narrowing in the dim light. Her voice was low. Bill looked at blueprints. "In. Slice of cake. Big slice." "Crumb. Deal." "Deal. Work with a crumb." "Bags. Move at four." "Four? Party peaks. Loud." "Chaos is friend. Noise masks noise." "Chaos is my middle name." "Middle name is Gary." "Let's go." They stood up slowly, the chairs scraping against the floor. Molly grabbed coat. Bill grabbed bags. "Dog?" "What dog?" "Neighbor's dog. Barks." "Chihuahua. Barks at everything." "Even us?" "Especially us. Ignore it." "Ignore dog. Ignore parents." "Ignore guilt." "Don't say that word." "Sorry. Ignore noise. Silence golden." "Silence expensive." "Let's go." They walked out. The night air was cold. "Lock picks?" "In pocket." "Don't drop them." "Won't." "Bill?" "Yeah?" "Caught. You take fall." "Why me?" "You look guilty. Always guilty." "I look innocent! Saint." "You look like you stole something." "I stole your pen." "Exactly. Move." They moved into the shadows of the alleyway, blending with the darkness.