I was on the Orange Line platform at Tufts after seeing Les Mis with my parents. Two utes wearing red bandanas approached us. I slightly unzipped my jacket and put my right hand inside. They turned around and went back down the platform.
Good move! Hope you had a piece, but if the ‘feint’ worked; perfect! (Didn’t work for me in ‘74 when I was robbed and shot, but then I wasn’t carrying. After getting out of the hospital (still carry the .32cal), I’ve carried everyday, since. Won’t be a victim, twice...)