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Jan 10, 2015 23:21:53 GMT -5
Post by Greyson Locke on Jan 10, 2015 23:21:53 GMT -5
A wall of monitors showed various corners of the casino floor, each one angled perfectly so that the crew watching them could see every inch of the floor. Greyson, the manager on duty and therefore the man who called the shots this evening, was keeping his eyes on a blackjack table for the time being. “He’s counting cards.” he said quickly, watching the larger monitor that they currently had it displayed on. The man’s lips moved as he looked around the table, he was muttering numbers to himself. “Poorly, I might add. He couldn’t have thought this was going to work… He should at least know to keep his mouth zipped. Kick him out. And the lady two seats over. She’s playing his hot streak and baiting him. She’ll pull a move to distract you but do not let him get away with our money.” he said quickly into a microphone attached to his ear and within seconds men were on it, successful in kicking them out and reclaiming their money. “Apparently hiring one of the biggest crooks in Vegas wasn’t such a bad idea after all.” one of his colleagues mused beside him. Back in his gambling heyday Greyson had taken this very casino for thousands of dollars and they never managed to stop him. Of course, now they knew that as did other casinos he had basically robbed blind, and that was why the hired him. He knew the techniques and could identify them in minutes, giving the men on the floor enough time to catch them.
Suddenly something else caught his eye on the screens and he pulled it up on the largest one; a bachelorette party on a blackjack table. But what had caught his eye wasn’t the women; it was the waiter that had just spilled an entire tray of drinks near them when he lost his footing. “Fuck… Come on kid… Apologize, offer free drinks, and get out of there…” he muttered to himself as he stood up half way. Sometimes situations like this ended well while other times they ended in unmitigated disaster. He could only hope that these women were having a good enough time so that the poor boy wouldn’t be eaten alive.
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