I've been sneaking through the same corner of a London museum for two hours, crouching behind display cabinets as I memorize guard positions, patrol patterns, and camera locations. I restart whenever I'm spotted and, through repetition, I've honed my silent route between the three data discs I need to grab to complete my mission.
Open the door from my starting spot, zap the camera, smoke bomb the guards and steal the first card. Through a vent, vault a ledge, choke the guard carrying the second. Hop outside, over some scaffolding, drop into the courtyard garden. Crouch in a bush beneath a window – the names Gamgee, Samwise Gamgee – as I wait for the guard carrying the third card to walk by. Pounce and head for the exit.
After what...