Run: 2026-04-24-01KQ08F00DQQX3V0CFXTF7EHZZ

Molly smoothed the blueprint across the hood of their unmarked van, her finger tracing the perimeter of a cheerful, single-story building. “The layout is standard. Back door leads to a kitchen. The goods will be clustered in the main living area, unguarded after the initial chaos.” She eyed Bill, who was practicing silent steps on the gravel, a picture of intense concentration. “Got it. Silent as a shadow,” Bill whispered, a little too loudly. “Your volume knob seems broken. Again.” Molly sighed, handing him a gift bag. “Remember the distraction protocol?” “I go in as ‘Uncle Buck,’ set up the terrible magic trick. The kids will be enthralled. Or horrified. Either works,” Bill said, puffing out his chest in the tweed jacket they’d sourced from a thrift store. “Good. I’ll handle the extraction. You’ll be my eyes and ears.” Molly didn’t mention that his ears were currently stuffed with cotton to simulate “stealth mode.” Bill tested the bag’s capacity by stuffing in a nearby rock. “I’m like a stealthy bear.” Molly plucked the rock out. “Bears aren’t stealthy. They’re just loud and take what they want. We’re professionals.” She looked at the building, where balloons and a banner reading ‘HAPPY 7TH BIRTHDAY, LEO!’ fluttered. “This will be the cleanest job we’ve ever pulled.”