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"So let me get this straight," Bill said. "We're breaking into a child's birthday party?" "Six-year-old's party," Molly corrected. "Rich kid. Massive haul." "Six-year-olds don't have nice stuff." "Kid's dad runs some tech company. We're talking gaming consoles, tablets, drones. Two grand minimum." "And security?" "A clown and a bouncy castle." "The clown could be a problem." "Bill, the clown makes balloon animals." "What if he's a violent clown?" "Then we bribe him. Everyone has a price." Molly slid a photo across the table. "We go in as caterers. White shirts, black pants, aprons. I posed as a health inspector, menu's confirmed. Pizza, cake, juice boxes." "Juice boxes. Premium grade crime." "During musical chairs, we load the present table into the van." "Musical chairs lasts forty seconds." "Exactly. Forty seconds of distraction. You grab, I cover." "What about the kids?" "What about them?" "Can they identify us?" "Bill, it's a room full of six-year-olds. We'll be 'the pizza people.' They won't remember past naptime." "What if one starts crying?" "Crying isn't a security system. Move fast." "This feels wrong." "This feels profitable. Different thing. Practice your pizza face." "My pizza face?" "Friendly. Invisible. Trustworthy." "I'm a thief, Molly." "Tonight, you're a thief who delivers pizza. There's a difference."