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Molly spread the blueprint across the table. It was a crayon drawing of a house with a sun in the corner. “Alright, the target is the Henderson birthday party. Saturday, 2 PM. Intel says a piñata full of candy and a mountain of presents in the living room.” Bill squinted at the drawing. “That’s a LOT of civilians. And they’re… unpredictable. One could scream.” “We’ll have a screamer decoy,” Molly said. “You’ll be in the bounce house perimeter.” “In the what?” “The inflatable castle. You’ll blend in.” “Molly, I’m thirty-seven. I don’t ‘blend in’ at a six-year-old’s party.” “You will if you wear the unicorn head,” she said, sliding a sparkly mask across the table. “Distraction protocol. While they’re all pointing at the dancing unicorn, I slip in, grab the loot bag, and extract via the back door.” “And my exit strategy?” “You ride the slide,” Molly said. “It’s our only option.” Bill stared at the unicorn head. “This is degrading.” He picked it up. “Does it come with a tail?” “Focus, Bill! This is our biggest score. We’re talking licensed character backpacks. A karaoke machine.” Bill sighed, pulling the unicorn head over his face. His voice was now muffled. “Fine. But I’m keeping the tail.”