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"Listen, Bill," Molly whispered. "The target is the Miller residence. Three o'clock sharp. Theme: dinosaurs." "Dinosaurs? Is that a code for something? Like, high-stakes prehistoric fossils?" Bill asked. "No, Bill. It's a six-year-old's birthday party. We move during the juice box lull." "The juice box lull? That sounds tactical. Highly professional. I love a good lull." "We hit the pile under the decorated tree. We grab the electronics, the Lego sets, anything with high resale value. Avoid the glitter. It's a tactical nightmare. It gets everywhere. It sticks to the soul, Bill." "What about the bouncy castle?" Bill squinted. "Can we use it as a high-velocity extraction point?" "No, Bill! We're not bouncing out of there. We slip in through the sliding glass door, bag the loot, and vanish before the cake is cut. It has to be clean." "And if the birthday boy sees us?" "He's five, Bill. He'll think we're the entertainment. Just keep your mask on and for the love of god, do not eat the cupcakes. We are professionals." "Right. Professionals. No cupcakes. Got it. I am a professional."