Training for Deception » Places

         Roman ducked behind a pillar, that wasn't far from the Starbucks. He grabbed his cell phone and held it against his ear, pretending to be having a conversation. Nonchalantly, the tall agent strolled towards the stand, just as Scarlett created the perfect distraction. He waited until the rogue was looking away.

"As you can see," Roman talked into his phone. "I've got the papers with me." He walked behind the rogue, glancing down at the pocket of his jacket. His passport was peeking out, practically begging Roman to swipe it. Roman casually dropped his cellphone next to rogue's left hand. As he bent down to pick up the device, he snatched the passport discreetly. He glanced at Scarlett, giving her a wink as he pulled himself into an upright position. "Yeah sorry, Dave," he chuckled a bit. "I dropped my cell, so about those plans." He walked away, stuffing the stolen passport in to the inner pocket of his jacket. He speed walked back to the terminal, typing on his cell phone with haste.

Mission accomplished. We have one minute and precisely fifty eight seconds to board the plane.

He sent it to all of them, practically bolting to his luggage.