When invited to a poker game in my target’s apartment, I found it impossible to decline. I knew I would lose my $5, but it was worth it. I went to his apartment with friends, spoons carefully concealed in the majority of my pockets. After all, I had let it slip that he was my target, and didn’t know if he would be ready for me. We get to his apartment and casually ask if we can come in; his roommate understands but doesn’t care. Turns out he wasn’t even there – he was busy being a good student and doing homework. Pathetic. So we settle into our game, and I start getting lucky. Very lucky. At some point he comes home and watches the game. At the peak of my luck, the highest moment of the night, I ask to use the restroom, knowing it’s down the hall past him. I go to the bathroom, calming my nerves, and on the return trip to the table, slip a spoon gently into his back. Flawless. I did lose that $5 though.