[ Peter looks in the direction she gestures and watches for a second, sees something with a white, rounded corner poking out of the guy's pocket. Peter nods in turn, murmuring his agreement to Maya's assessment. (He doesn't feel bad, though, since any sense of empathy he might have are being drowned out by his instincts screaming, easy mark.)
With the crowd pressed together as they are, it's a little difficult to maneuver, and more than once Peter has to mumble a quick apology for bumping into someone. So it's no surprise to the guard, totally green as he is, when Peter passes beside him, shoulders brushing. In one fluid movement, Peter's hand slips into the guy's pocket, pulls out the keycard and tucks it up into his sleeve. Peter's confident enough in his own abilities that he doesn't bother giving Maya a signal that he's done it -- these are skills he's been honing for years, after all.
They continue past, and he stops, a little to the side of the main crowd, but close enough to avoid looking suspicious. They're closer to the double doors now, but it'll still take some careful maneuvering to slip away once the presentation begins in earnest. ]
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With the crowd pressed together as they are, it's a little difficult to maneuver, and more than once Peter has to mumble a quick apology for bumping into someone. So it's no surprise to the guard, totally green as he is, when Peter passes beside him, shoulders brushing. In one fluid movement, Peter's hand slips into the guy's pocket, pulls out the keycard and tucks it up into his sleeve. Peter's confident enough in his own abilities that he doesn't bother giving Maya a signal that he's done it -- these are skills he's been honing for years, after all.
They continue past, and he stops, a little to the side of the main crowd, but close enough to avoid looking suspicious. They're closer to the double doors now, but it'll still take some careful maneuvering to slip away once the presentation begins in earnest. ]
Can you see the stage from here?