Skater shifted slightly in his chair, twisting so he could see Duran as well as take in the mirrors behind the stage. The ork caught his eye briefly, following the glance with a short nod. In the mirrors, Skater barely made out the shifting shapes of more sec-guards threading through the crowd, closing off the two exits to the passages through the Ork Underground as well as the three carved stairways that curled up into the upper rooms. His stomach spasmed. "Stay frosty," he said over the commlink. "We’re deep into this one. We’ll see how it plays out." The sick feeling in his stomach told him he probably already had it figured, though.