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Molly pressed her binoculars against the hedge and exhaled slowly. Across the lawn, a bouncy castle swayed like a nightclub bouncer. "Twelve kids," she whispered. "One clown. No visible alarms." Bill crouched beside her, chewing a toothpick. He'd worn his lucky balaclava despite the June heat, and sweat trickled down his neck. "The clown worries me. Clowns see everything." "It's a birthday party, Bill, not Fort Knox." "Tell that to Gary. He hit a party in '19. Never been the same. Kid bit him." Molly consulted her notepad. "Presents are stacked by the piñata. Grab and go, ninety seconds." "I want the big one. The pony-shaped one." "We split everything evenly, remember?" "But I saw it first." They froze as the back door opened. A woman in a party hat emerged carrying cake. "Civilian," Molly breathed. "Hold position." Bill's stomach growled loudly. "That's it. We're made," he hissed. "Abort. Abort." "It's cake, Bill. Control yourself." "I haven't eaten since Tuesday." Molly checked her watch, counting seconds until the woman retreated inside. "On my mark," she murmured. "And Bill?" "Yeah, boss?" "The clown is mine." Somewhere beyond the hedge, twelve children shrieked with joy, oblivious to the two professionals plotting their ruin.