Run: 2026-02-25-01KJBJV1WCCW2XD9N8AT2NEMD8

Molly adjusted her night vision goggles, squinting at the suburban fortress below. The target was a seven year old's birthday bash, complete with a bouncy castle and a piñata shaped like a unicorn. Bill fidgeted with his lockpicks, sweating through his black turtleneck. He hated this job. Stealing from children felt wrong, even for them. Molly ignored his moral crisis, focusing on the security system. It was a simple Wi Fi camera loop. Easy. She tapped her earpiece, checking the audio feed. Laughter drifted through the speakers, mixed with the sound of plastic wrapping being torn apart. Bill swallowed hard. They had to move quickly before the cake was cut. The parents would be too distracted by the sugar rush to notice the empty tree. Molly signaled the go ahead with a sharp nod. Bill nodded back, his hand trembling slightly as he gripped the crowbar. They were not here for the cake. They were here for the loot. "Is it ethical to steal from kids?" Bill asked quietly. "Shut up and grab the toys," Molly said firmly. "But the parents," Bill protested. "Focus on the loot," Molly replied. The clock ticked. Midnight approached. They moved silently toward the gate.