Run: 2026-05-27-01KSMENETNA997F9XQQQAM65EK

Molly paced back and forth in their cramped apartment, eyeing the local map sprawled out on the kitchen table. Bill lounged on the couch, pen behind his ear and feet propped up, devouring a leftover slice of birthday cake they'd picked up from outside the wealthy neighborhood. "Is the wall climb still a go?" Molly asked, frowning. "I think so," Bill said, between mouthfuls. "It's the sunset crawl from Main down to Bridger and Pine, probably past the neighbors line of sight 90% of the time and into that fancy birch grove out front. It's way better than face time with highway anthem security." "It's not a crime if he beheldes us!" Molly said. "Alright, alright... But scores better than this anyway?" It was settled. Come dusk, they'd scale a wall in a quiet section of the street, avoid some secondary cameras, glide in to that Welcome Party, snag all the fancy stuff, and be out the tree line — ideally without getting spotted. "It's a babe in a wicker basket," Bill said, smearing the last bit of cake with a sullen, eager look. "No presentation box, and no royal guards either! We'll be in and out in seven minutes, tops; slicing for you to recover before midnight." "But reconsider my distance yet," Molly said. "It's utterly ghastly! Consign everybody an invoice for that augury outfit, reclaiming all those kilts. There's no way I can recover from seven hundred degrees at that hour. Seven minutes after sunsets isn't gonna do it for me!" "Molly, seriously, coming up with this round?" Bill narrowed his eyes at her, then flopped backward on the couch again. "We ain't ghosts, man! We ain't gonna almost crap ourselves, what fun is it," she snapped, then shook her head. "Trust," Bill said, before slipping deeper into the couch, "scooping that birthday piggy bank is the talk." She checked their watch. One hour to deployment.