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[indent]Eureka City. A tourist trap of rides and greasy carnival food. It smelled like sweat and runny sunscreen where Haylen was, walking through the crowds and lines waiting to get on a ride or two. He had a baseball cap on and a pair of sunglasses over his face, and walked slowly, but steadily. Haylen's eyes flicked from one place to another, looking for the negative spaces; areas that weren't crowded or even being paid attention to, or anywhere that he could slip away behind a door were important right now. This carnival being this packed meant that people would easily miss Haylen in the crowd, but it also meant that the place was full of people who would miss a few dollars in the chaos. But Haylen wasn't about to start snatching wallets, no. He was looking for a place with a cash register behind a wall, somewhere quiet that wasn't getting as much foot traffic.

As he paced through the carnival, he eventually at one of the stands on the far side from the entrance. A popcorn stand with a sign that said "On break." Perfect. Ensuring that no one was around to notice, Haylen slipped behind the counter and stared into the inner working of the cash register.

It was child's play to coerce the simple machine into opening up, and he discreetly started pulling money out.

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