Run: 2026-07-07-01KWZ4MV263888J38FYA90FS1H

The diner smelled of stale coffee and regret. Molly pinned the party schedule to the greasy table, her finger tracing the timeline with the precision of a bomb defuser. Games at two, cake at three, presents at four. The haul would be a mountain of wrapped boxes beside a piñata shaped like a sparkly narwhal. A fly buzzed against the window. Bill chewed on a straw, his eyes darting between the map and his reflection in the butter knife. The plan was simple in its audacity. Infiltrate the children's party, neutralize the target, a six-year-old named Kevin, and exit with the gift bags before the sugar crash hit. The primary obstacle was the bouncy castle, which had a perimeter defense of spilled juice boxes and a watchful mother named Karen. "We're too recognizable," Bill said. "Your alibi is a unicorn," Molly said without looking up. Bill stared. "That's me?" "Don't worry. The hairdryer is in the van," Molly replied, sliding a photograph across the table. It depicted a man in a full-body unicorn costume. Bill's face paled. "Change. We move," Molly said, pushing back her chair. Bill sighed, but he picked up the costume. This was going to be a long afternoon.