These pins are for FBI agents who have been in the force ten years or longer.
Will I get one?
No.
There's no air, except for the measly amount whistling into his mouth from the mini-breather issued by the FBI. Peter closes his eyes momentarily as he looks from Neal to the killswitch to the two angry men on the other side of the glass- it wouldn't take much for him just to hit the button, open the room back up for air, but then Neal would be open to a shot from the impressive looking rifle in Avery's hand.
Either way, he's at risk, his chest unnaturally still as Peter gazes down at him, his words echoing in the FBI agent's head. He offhandedly suggested a future with the FBI longer than the four years he's required to fulfill, he fully realizes for the first time since that conversation that now feels like a thousand years ago, a pleased feeling rushing through him-- he's fought so hard to keep Neal on the straight and narrow, to think the kid could see making it a permanent thing is one of the best things he could've heard-- if he could just keep him away from Kate long enough... But that's not the important thing right now. He opens his eyes, levels his gun at the clear wall, spits the oxygen tube from his lips and hits the killswitch, immediately aiming on the men even as his ears pop at the sudden pressure change. His relief is insurmountable as Cruz and Jones run up almost at the same moment, disarming the two men.
He drops to his knees next to a lifeless Neal and gets him to breathe, relief growing by leaps and bounds, threatening to drown him in emotion as Neal gazes up at him and says something about it being a long five minutes-- Kate or no, the ten years with the FBI thing is more and more of a possibility. He thinks it would be the best end game goal for them all as he leans down and helps Neal up.