Run: 2026-09-02-01M1GQA7Q5FZQRRA853GMC51JE

Bill peered through the binoculars. "There. Bouncy castle at three o'clock." "A bouncy castle? You said this was a fortress." "It's got a net." "It's a children's party, Bill." "Which is exactly what they'd expect us to think. Twelve kids, one clown, one piñata." "Why presents, anyway?" "Kids' presents are small and expensive. Gift cards. Cash in envelopes. Somebody's bringing a Nintendo." "How do you know?" "I did recon at the last one." Molly lowered her sunglasses. "You were the magician, weren't you?" "The rabbit was a plant. Entry point: the slide. Nobody watches the slide." "You can't fit down a slide." "I've been training. Yogurt, twice a week." "There's a gate." "Alarmed?" "It's a balloon, Bill." "A popped balloon could trigger—" "It's tied to the fence with string." "String is basically a laser grid." "Or I walk in, say I'm the caterer, and carry the presents straight out." He lowered the binoculars. "That's not a heist. That's a Tuesday." "Fine. You take the slide, I'll take the door. Rendezvous at the piñata." "What if the clown makes us?" "Twist him a balloon dog and apologize." "To the dog or the clown?" "Just get the presents, Bill."