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Molly crouched behind the inflatable castle, adjusting her night-vision goggles. They were marketed online as perfect for cat owners watching their pets at night, but she found tactical applications far more compelling. Everything glowed an eerie green, including Bill, who was struggling to crawl through a prickly hedge. He emerged with leaves in his hair and a canvas sack in hand, labeled TREASURE in gold glitter letters. "This place is a goldmine," he whispered. "Focus," Molly hissed back. She'd spent three weeks studying the target: the sixth birthday party of Timothy Henderson, a boy whose parents clearly had more money than sense. Molly had memorized the floor plan, mapped the guard rotation—two teenagers hired as party clowns—and identified the gift pile's exact coordinates. Her nephew had served as a willing mole inside the operation, RSVP'ing with manufactured enthusiasm. Through the fence, chaos reigned. Children shrieked across the manicured lawn. Balloons popped like gunfire. A piñata shaped like a unicorn swung from an oak tree, already missing its horn and one eye. "Forty-two presents total," Molly calculated, consulting her laminated checklist. "We'll need the van for this haul." Bill checked his watch. "Ready?" She tightened her gloves. "Born ready."