Chapter 17: Poker
The lights of the Golden Spine Casino flickered. The ten-story building towered over the millionaire district, where fortunes were made and destroyed in a single night.
Behind the shiny façade hid rigged games, toxic cocktails, and well-hidden Caledrons.
In a back alley, a black van pulled up.
Inside, Dante adjusted a black three-piece suit—too tight for his biceps.
— "I look like a gorilla kidnapped for a luxury brand ad..."
— "You mostly look like the kind of brute nobody wants to frisk." Replied Lexie, applying red lipstick in a small mirror.
She wore a crimson dress, a holster strapped under her right thigh, and a pair of connected glasses.
— "And what am I, then ? The bellboy ?" grumbled Nash, dressed as a waiter, tray in hand, earpiece in place.
— "You’re the ears. You listen, analyze. And most importantly, you don’t touch anything, Einstein."
— "Except for the casino’s internal network, which I’ll steal with style," Nash replied, tapping his holographic watch.
Lexie turned to Dante, handing him a chip.