"You think you can keep up?" Travis asked Perce.
"I'm sure." Perce replied confidently.
"Okay then, pickpocketing 101,"
They made their way from the alley into the hustle and bustle of New York.
"It's all misdirection," Conner explained. "You bring their attention somewhere else with noise or movement. Watch." Conner motioned to a guy who was handing out flyers.
"Hello," He addressed, holding out his hand for a handshake. "What are you passing out?" Conner pointed to the stack of paper he had in his hand. The advertiser launched into an explanation.
When he circled back to Percy and Travis, he proudly held up a gold watch and a leather wallet.
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FanfictionHey there guys, I just wanna say that I'm writing this for my benefit. Also credits go to A Samhildanach, he's the one I got this idea from. Amazing writer, go check him out (On FanFiction). Anyway, the goal of this story is to have 111 Stories and...
