The plan played out beautifully. Now-- A man with a crazy head of hair runs out from around a corner and skids to a halt in front of the crowd, not noticing you as a thief but as a groupie. "Holy fug, man, the bikers are fuggin' everywhere! They be bustin' up the muthafuggin' Fuzz, man!" he bellows, his throat dry from drug consummation. The group looks up at him, some alert while others are too high and too dazed to react fully.