Welcome to SU: Legacy, a next-gen Supernatural RP that takes place in the year 2040. The Men of Letters has expanded to include three base locations across the continental US. Angels and demons have gone mostly dormant but there are still supernatural evils lurking in the shadows. The legacies could use your help. Are you in?
Giving credit where credit is due. A big thank you to all the coders at PBS and various resource sites for any codes, plug-ins and templates.
Thanks to Nick @ Fidelius for the fabulous mini-profile. Everything else was created by our own staff. If we missed someone please let us know.
We don't own Supernatural, we just enjoy it's awesomeness. Thanks Eric Kripke for creating it, all the writers/producers for putting out a great show and the CW for keeping it on the air for almost 10 years now!
Las Vegas, Nevada. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy.
Which was probably why Dallas loved it so much.
Vegas had it all. The weather, the sights, the women....oh yes the women (and the hookers), and more to the point it was the place to go if you wanted to gamble with the big whales. Fortunes were won in Vegas on the toss of a dice or the turn of a card, the sheer unpredictability of it all making the thrill that much more exciting and if there was one thing that Dallas liked it was thrillseeking.
A friend of a friend had set him up at a very big, very secret high stakes poker game in the heart of the city and Dallas was going with the intention to clean everyone out without so much as breaking a sweat. Piece of cake for a guy like him. It didn't matter if lady luck wasn't on his side that night. Hell, even if he got dealt the joker every hand he'd still win and how was he going to pull off such a feat against the top gamblers in sin city? Simple. He was going to cheat. With style.
To Dallas, winning was more about showing off than actually achieving anything. He liked to impress and tonight he'd dressed accordingly in threads befitting a Hollywood superstar. The suit he wore was Armani, tailored to fit perfectly, black on the outside but lined in vivid red silk inside the jacket. He liked that touch of colour, always looked good against a black shirt. His shoes were Italian leather, shined to perfection as was his diamond encrusted Cartier time piece strapped securely to his right wrist. For an eight thousand dollar watch though, it kept very poor time, but then it was more a fashion statement than a praticality. Besides, it matched the diamond studs in his ears.
The taxi dropped him off outside a plain looking warehouse, a little further back than the main strip that ran the length of the city. The strip was where the tourists gambled. Places like this, the nondescript venues that were hidden from prying eyes and police, that's where the real games were played.
Dallas stepped out of the cab with his silver briefcase, setting it down between his feet on the sidewalk as he took his wallet from his inner jacket pocket. After a moment fishing around, he pulled out a blank piece of paper about the same size as a twenty dollar bill and confidently handed it over to the driver.
"Keep the change." He smiled, watching the driver take what now appeared to be a real twenty dollar bill, giving a quick once over before stuffing it into his own pocket.
"Thanks. You have yourself a good evening man." With an discreet wave of his hand, the cab driver took off again back onto the road.
"Sucker." Dallas muttered to himself, knowing that the next time the guy would look at the 'money' he'd just handed over, it would once again appear just as a blank piece of paper.
Picking up the case again, he headed for the main door into the warehouse, unsure what he was to expect on the other side but excited all the same. His friend had warned him that there would be some heavy hitters in here, most likely with their own personal security and that going in on his own with the intention of conning them all at the same time without back up was just crazy. Dallas's response had been, "I know. Isn't that the whole point?"
Naturally, the door was locked so he knocked several times and waited patiently for a tall, well built bouncer type guy to come and slide the viewing hatch back to see who it was bothering him. He took one look at Dallas and grunted something that he couldn't quite make out.
"Longpig." Dallas replied, hoping that the code word the friend of his friend had delivered would gain him entry. For a dreadful minute he thought it wasn't right and that the man mountain inside the door was going to pull out a gun and shoot him between the eyes for even attempting to crash the party. He kinda looked like he wanted to, but when the little hatch slammed shut again and the door creaked open, Dallas couldn't help but break out into a broad grin.
"If there's a secret handshake too, I'm afraid we're gonna have to skip it. I need my hands to play cards and you kinda look like you'd break 'em if you grip too hard." He joked, getting absolutely no response from the doorman. Instead he just walked away, gesturing for Dallas to follow through the mini maze of rusty corridors until finally they got to a door which the man mountain knocked on three times before wandering back the way he'd come.
"I'll just wait here then?" Dallas asked, a little confused given this was the first time he'd ever met with these people. The overly complex system of codes and secret locations just felt a tiny bit over the top.
"I'm taking your ignoring me as a yes." He called out as the doorman disappeared from view.
"And it was nice talking to you too. You look really pretty today." Chuckling, he turned back around just in time to greet whoever it was on the other side of the door as it opened.
Savannah was making a security pass through the room. Something she did every once in awhile when she got tired of standing still next to the table. No one would probably ever guess that she was a highly skilled, very deadly (if needed), and extremely well paid personal security agent. Her boss was a very rich, powerful and not so nice organized crime type. He ran this little gambling haven for the Vegas mafia.
Dressed to fit into the high class styled room Savannah had on a long black satin dress. With a halter top style that was cut low in the front and even lower in the back. The skirt was form fitting with long slits up both sides. Her long dark hair was pulled into a fancy looking up do and diamonds dangled from her ears, throat and both wrists. She walked in the strappy black high-heels as easily as if she were wearing athletic shoes. No one could tell she had a small automatic pistol strapped to each thigh.
Savannah was passing by the front entrance when she heard someone knock on the front entrance door. She waved off one of the hospitality workers who was heading to answer the door and she moved toward it herself. Knowing that the person on the other side had already gone through security she opened the door without hesitation.
Putting her hands on her hips she surveyed the man who was standing there. He was wearing a very expensive black Armani suit, a little bit on the flashy side with the red lining. A small smirk automatically started to creep upon her face. He was handsome, his light brown hair cut short. She saw he was carrying a silver briefcase. Savannah let the smirk turn into a smile. Stepping aside she waved him in.
"Come inside and follow me please."
Allowing him to walk through the doorway she then closed the door behind him. Striding quickly, she glanced over her shoulder to make sure he was still there and took him to a small coat check room off to the side. Making sure the door behind them was closed she moved over to the counter.
"What's your name and who sent you?"
She asked him, her voice tone even and devoid of emotion. Giving him another once over while she awaited his answer. Then she motioned to the counter top.
"Please place the briefcase up on the counter and open it."
Savannah stood a little off to the side, giving him some room to hoist the case up onto the counter. She waited and watched while he went about doing as she asked.
They may have been inside a warehouse but now that Dallas was inside the inner sanctum as it were, he could easily have been forgiven for thinking he was in the high rollers room at any of the prestigious casino's in town. The whole atmosphere smelled of money and he breathed it in as deep as he could.
I'm so walking out of here a very rich man tonight.
The floor was wall to wall in luxurious red carpet, almost the same colour as the inside of his jacket, the walls decorated to mimic those inside a swanky, high class hotel, complete with large ornate looking mirrors that just made the entire room appear much larger than it was. In the centre of the room were four tables, each one set up for playing poker, each one with a tuxedoed dealer and several suspicious looking characters all gambling thousands of dollars on each hand.
There were waiters slipping in between the tables, ferrying drinks and nibbles from a bar at the far end of the room to anyone who demanded and it was all closely scrutinized by the likely armed guards stationed around the edges of the room. Whoever it was playing here, didn't like to take chances with their money around people Dallas was quickly beginning to suspect were gangsters and mob bosses.
No-one really noticed him enter, all too busy with thier games, bluffing and straightening their poker faces to pay much attention to the new guy. He figured that might change once he sat down at a table, but he was fine with just watching the sexy ass swaying to and fro in front of him as the woman who'd opened the door to him led him off to a side area.
"What's your name and who sent you?"
"Straight to business, huh?" Dallas nodded a little. "Alright, I can respect that. Name's Dallas Washington. My friends call me Dallas but I think a hot woman like you should just call me." He grinned, finding the icey nature of this woman to be something of a challenge. She sure looked hot enough to warrant the effort at least.
"And no-one sent me. I'm here because I wanted to be, but if you want a name to verify, call Mickey Finn. He knows who I am. But that shouldn't really matter. I'm here and I have the paper to play with." He tapped a hand against the side of his briefcase and smiled confidently.
"Please place the briefcase up on the counter and open it."
I thought you'd never ask.
Dallas did as he was told, forcing himself to hold back the gleeful expression on his face when he flicked the clasps open and levered up the lid to show the cool, half a million dollars in bundled up one hundred dollar bills sitting neatly inside. He had to admit too, the sight of so much money was truely awe inspiring.
The paper was real, he found that substituting real items for his illuions helped maintain the trick for longer. The case would still feel like it had cash inside it long after the fake images on the cut up pieces of paper had vanished. Usually, that kind of added touch gave him a longer window in which to escape before getting caught and so far it had always worked.
"Feel free to count it. It's all there. Half a million, that's the magic number I was told would be the buy in fee."
Savannah looked on stoically as the man answered her. Not letting her face betray anything at all when he came out with his 'so ridiculous it was cute' come on line. She just nodded when he told her his name and his contact.
"Well, Mr. Washington... there is no need to call to verify. But, I had to ask."
Watching carefully as he placed the case up on the counter and flipped it open. She pulled out a packet and flipped through the bills then tossed it back into the case. Repeating the procedure on a few bundles of cash that she selected at random. When she was done she nodded and indicated he could close the case and then spoke to him again.
"Thank you sir, it appears everything is in order. I just need to check you for weapons if you don't mind?"
Savannah gave him a little smirk and a wink as she moved closer to him. Starting at the top she ran her hands slowly over his shoulders, her eyes never leaving his as her hands moved down his arms. Still keeping her eyes locked on him she slid her hands under his arms, starting at the armpits and moving them down his body. Slipping her hands down his side, his back and his chest and abdomen area. With a little grin she squatted as gracefully as her dress would allow as she put on hand on his hip and the other on his inseam. Gliding her hands all the way down his leg and then doing the same with the other.
Finally when she finished with the pat down she stood up and gave him a bit of a grin. She was used to dealing with the mobster type and this guy didn't really fit that bill.
"OK, I think we're all done here. If you would like to grab your briefcase I'll take you to get your chips and get you seated at a table."
When he had his case in hand she turned and walked out of the room in front of him. Assuming he was going to follow her again. She headed over to the cashier's counter. Leaning in to speak quietly to the cashier for a moment before she turned her attention back to Dallas.
"If you'll just give the cashier your case, they will exchange it for chips. That was an even 500,000 dollars correct?"
Smiling as she watched the case full of money pass over and the racks of chips get passed back. Savannah was used to seeing all that money and it still was impressive. She loved money, even though she loved the power that came with lots of money more than the money itself.
When the transaction was completed, Savannah crooked her finger at Dallas, indicating he needed to follow again. Striding purposefully across the moderately crowded room back toward the poker tables. As she approached the table where her boss was playing she gave him a cursory nod in greeting and then tilted her head toward Dallas. Giving him a sign that she was going to seat the man at his table. Moving to an empty seat she pulled the chair out for Dallas to sit. Once he was settled she leaned in and spoke quietly.
"Is there anything else I can get for you Mr. Washington?"
After lingering over his shoulder maybe a moment longer than was necessary she stood up. Waiting for his response she smirked to herself. Not exactly sure why but she felt a bit mischievous around him.
That's right, get a good feel. You can check every bundle if you like, they're all gonna look real. Hell, you could smell 'em and they'd stink like flithy money. But it's really not worth the paper it's printed on....
Dallas kept his arrogant attitude in his head for now and just smiled casually when the cash was accepted for the illusion it was.
You are going to be kicking yourself later....
"I just need to check you for weapons if you don't mind?"
"Oh, I don't mind at all." He smirked, voluntarily lifting his arms up, away from his body in the classic frisking stance. Now he couldn't be sure, but he was farily certain that she was taking her time patting him down, as though she was enjoying this as much as he was.
"You're...uh, very thorough." He commented, sucking in a tiny gasp of air when her hand went a little too high up the inside of his leg. Any higher and she would be finding a concealed weapon on him after all. They maintained eye contact the whole time which he found interesting. Either she was suspicious of him and was looking for a reaction in case she did find a weapon, or she was openly flirting with him which, considering her cool nature, was quite the contradicition.
"OK, I think we're all done here. If you would like to grab your briefcase I'll take you to get your chips and get you seated at a table."
"Y'know what? You can keep the half a mil' if you do that again." He grinned, playfully resuming the position ready to be frisked. Unfortunately, she seemed more focused on business than pleasure and led him off to get his poker chips instead. Too bad, maybe another time.
Once he'd aquired his stakes, his hostess led him to a table with a free seat and got him settled in. Dallas placed the rack of chips down in front of him and surveyed his new friends. There were five guys already playing, one of which was the clear winner so far, his stack of chips nearly three times the size of everyone elses. Dallas paid particular attention to him, nodding discreetly in greeting as they finished up the hand they were currently playing.
"Is there anything else I can get for you Mr. Washington?"
She practically purred in his ear and it sent a little shiver of excitement down his spine. He always did love a woman who treated him like a gentleman.
"Yeah, I saw the bar earlier and I'm in need of a little liquid refreshment." He replied, turning in his seat to give her his full attention. "You guys have chocolate milk?" He asked seriously. "I'll take a tall glass of that, with one of those curly straws and a cocktail umbrella if you have them. Get one for yourself while you're at it." He added with a wink, turning back to the table to dealt into the next round.
Savannah actually chuckled when Dallas asked for chocolate milk. With a curly straw and a cocktail umbrella to boot. She looked across the room and caught the attention of one of the waiters and waved him over. Speaking quietly to the man she relayed the order to him and then sent him on his way. When the waiter returned he brought the glass straight to her as she requested. Savannah picked up one of the cocktail napkins from the waiter's tray and then grabbed the glass of milk complete with curly straw.
Moving back to the table she approached the interesting newcomer. Quietly arriving at his side she set the napkin down and then the glass on top of that.
"Here you are. Your drink, just as requested. Enjoy your chocolate milk... Sir."
Savannah gave him a little crooked half-smile and then pulled away from him again. She went back to maintain her sentry position. Standing to the rear and in between Dallas and her boss. Clasping her hands behind her back she resumed scanning the room. Alternating her attention between watching the activity in the room and watching the players at the table.
Strangely, she found her attention being pulled toward Dallas. After awhile it was obvious he was winning. Winning a little too much she thought. She could tell by her boss' body language that he was starting to get a little frustrated as he was the one with the short stack at the moment. Almost as if on cue the boss snapped his fingers and called her over. Whispering in her ear.
Straightening back up Savannah quirked an eyebrow up at her boss. He just gave her a stern look and she nodded in acknowledgment. Once again she found herself by Dallas' side. She put one hand on the table leaning her right hip against the edge as she faced him. She moved in closer to him so she could speak quietly to him.
"The boss would like to know if you're comfortable? Is there anything else that you need? You're more than welcome to take a little break, get something to eat. We have a full restaurant and a chef to cook you anything you would like."
Savannah maintained eye contact with him. Searching his face for a moment. She licked her bottom lip idly while she thought. Knowing he was up to something but not quite able to figure out how he was doing it. All she knew was that the boss didn't like to lose, especially to someone new that he didn't know. It made him uncomfortable and that made Savannah's job more difficult.
After a few brief introductions and the dealer laying out what kind of poker they were playing, Dallas requested that they start the next game with a fresh deck of cards to reduce the likelihood of anyone he didn't know cheating him out of his money as he was new at the table. There were a few grumbles over personal pride but in the end they all seemed to agree it was fair. The only thing Dallas insisted on was that he check the new deck was a sealed pack before the dealer opened it and dealt. To everyone else it was a reasonable request, to Dallas, it was the key to him being able to cheat them all without them even realising it.
His magical ability was something that never came with an instruction manual. He'd basically found out the limits of his strange talent by trial and error and what tended to work best was some kind of tangible link to the items he was manipulating. In short, illusions worked better if he got his magic fingers on whatever it was he was fooling other people with.
In this case, if he could touch the deck, even with the shrink wrapped plastic surrounding it, he could better control what cards people saw when the dealer handed them out. That also meant he could control who won each game and how easily they did so. All it now required was a little conscious concentration on his part. Remembering fifty-two cards and their locations around the table was tricky enough, but under this kind of pressure, he risked doubling up aces or altering the cards faces while people were still looking at them which would have alerted them to trickery and would likely end with him getting beaten to death by an angry mobster and since he preferred to avoid pain of any kind, he had to pay attention or else blow the whole thing.
The foxy hostess returned with his drink and to his surprise she'd managed to bring it exactly how he'd asked for it too. He'd half expected her to ask if he was serious about ordering milk in a place like this but it seemed they catered for every eventuality. The game was in full swing now, so he merely nodded his thanks and gave her a charming smile before returning his attention to setting up a straight flush on the face of the cards the dealer was sending his way.
To begin with, he'd lost a few hands to throw suspicion away from himself and to allow the other players to relax with him now at the table, but soon enough he started to get a run of 'luck'. Small at first, with pairs and flushes, moving gradually up to a full house and four of a kind, always cautious of making it look like he was just being an excellent bluffer rather than alluding to anything untoward going on.
As the evening progressed and the crowd in the room thinned out, Dallas's pile of chips had grown very large indeed while the mobster who had previously been top dog at the table was starting to run out of chips to play. It amused Dallas, especially as he could see the guy getting frustrated to a point where he snapped his fingers as though summoning a dog. It disappointed him that the hostess he'd been eyeing throughout the night, practically went running to his side like a faithful pet. Moments later she appeared at Dallas's side and he glanced up at her with a curious smile.
"The boss would like to know if you're comfortable? Is there anything else that you need? You're more than welcome to take a little break, get something to eat. We have a full restaurant and a chef to cook you anything you would like."
"Is he pissed I'm taking all his money off him?" Dallas whispered conspiratorialy to her. "I mean, if I were him, I'd want me to leave the table too before I had to bet with the very expensive shirt on my back." He grinned, flicking his gaze to where he thought the kitchen might lie.
"How about once I'm done raking in all the money at this table, you and me get better aquainted over dinner? 'Cause I bet that'll piss him off too."
Savannah stayed leaning in close to the intriguing man so they could talk quietly. She didn't want her boss to hear what she was telling him.
"Is he pissed I'm taking all his money off him?"
"I mean, if I were him, I'd want me to leave the table too before I had to bet with the very expensive shirt on my back."
Savannah returned his grin and nodded. She turned her head over her shoulder and looked at her boss. The man was scowling. Not like he didn't always scowl but Savannah had learned to tell the subtle differences in the man's facial expressions and he was fuming mad. She new that he was beginning to suspect something going on with the newcomer.
Savannah sighed and turned back to Dallas. Giving him another smile, this one a little bit softer. Savannah already knew the man was cheating somehow, but he was so good at it there was no way to detect it. That didn't mean that her boss would just let it go even if he had no evidence. The old man didn't like to lose. Whispering so only Dallas could hear her.
"I'm not allowed to date the customers, but yes that would most certainly piss him off. I don't think you really want to piss him off more than you already have. He's beginning to suspect you're cheating."
Pausing for a moment she took another glance back at her boss, giving him a quick smile to let him know she had things under control. When she turned back to Dallas she placed her hand on his shoulder and moved closer so that her lips were very close to his ear.
"My boss is getting suspicious, but he's always suspicious. But, I'm not suspicious, I KNOW something is going on. I just can't figure out what. You are quite the interesting man Mr. Washington. I have to respect your intestinal fortitude. I'm just trying to give you a heads up. Not something I would normally do. I think you should seriously consider taking your money and getting the hell out of here."
Savannah drew her head back away from him, nearly grazing his ear with her lips as she did so. Then she slowly and deliberately let her hand slide off his shoulder down his arm slightly before breaking contact. Giving him a little wink she moved off to the side again. Resuming her position of guardian. Now her full attention was focused on the table in front of her. What else was going on around her didn't matter anymore.
"Cheating?" Dallas repeated quietly, sounding as though he was vaguely offended by the term. He was cheating, of course he was and he figured that sooner or later someone who'd lost enough money might make the accusation, but that by no means meant he was going to stop playing when they called him on it. He knew there was no way it could be proven so why stop when he was on a roll?
"You want me to cut and run, is that what you're saying? Well sugar, I'm not about to give up on a lucky streak because your boss is a bad loser." He said, raising his voice so that the last part would be heard by everyone at the table.
It was his turn to in the game again and after a moment picking up his cards to pretend to refresh his memory of what they were (he knew exactly what they were and what he had altered them to be; a royal flush that would beat any other hand at the table whether he'd fixed the deck or not).
"Okay, you want me to leave your table then I call." With a confident smile he pushed all of his winnings into the centre of the table, forcing his remaining opponent (the hostess's boss) to either fold or come up with some way to match the pot. It didn't matter what he bet with, Dallas was going to win it no matter what, a fact that had settled a now very smug look on his face.
Savannah watched the game intently as Dallas had refused to heed her warning. She knew that nothing good was going to come of that. Something was going to happen and it was going to happen soon. Her boss was looking more and more angry as the minutes rolled by. Keeping her eyes flickering back and forth between her boss and this Dallas Washington she could see the wheels spinning in her boss' head. It seemed the more angry her boss was getting the more happy and excited that Dallas was becoming. Despite herself and the knowledge of impending doom she chuckled at that thought. The man enjoyed this. He certainly was something else. Quite a piece of work she thought.
Savannah watched as Dallas pushed all his chips into the pot. Daring her boss to match the bet. Unfortunately for the boss, he didn't have enough left to cover that big of a bet. Taking a few deep breaths she lifted her eyes from the table and stared straight ahead. Not looking forward to how her boss was going to react.
It didn't take long before she saw out of the corner of her eye that her boss was snapping his fingers at her again, beckoning her to come over to him. She made a gigantic effort to refrain from rolling her eyes at the man. He was rather an asshole, but the pay was good. That was the only reason she had stuck around as long as she had.
Heaving a sigh Savannah walked slowly over to her boss. When she got within arms length of him he roughly grabbed her arm. Her instinct was to pull away from him but she didn't dare at this moment. Not sure what his intention was. He may have just wanted to puller her closer so he could whisper his instructions to her. So for the time being she maintained her calm.
The next thing she knew her professional demeanor was challenged even further by the words that came out of the boss' mouth as he began to speak to Dallas. Not even bothering to address Savannah. The man spoke in a low growling voice.
"As you can see... I have no where near enough left to cover a bet of that size. Instead of my having to get more cash, how about a wager of a different sort to make up the difference if you're so confident?"
Savannah had no idea what he was leading up to but she was sure she wasn't going to like it. His meat hook of a hand was still gripped around her slender arm. Her temper starting to rise.
"Let's say, I put up the girl here. Savannah is her name. She's quite the little spitfire this one. Currently she's in my employ as a personal security agent. But, I have plenty of those... Though, to be honest, she is my favorite. Not to mention one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. It hasn't escaped my attention that she has caught your eye as well... I would hate to lose her... "
The boss let that dangle in the air. Leaving Dallas to ponder the offer while Savannah's jaw dropped her her eyes flew wide in shock. Was the man actually using her as a stake for a bet? What she didn't know was that the man thought he had an unbeatable hand with a straight flush to the ten. But, she was stunned to the core. She didn't even think to pull her arm away. All she could do was look back and forth between the two men.
Savannah narrowed her eyes as she tried to get her wits back about her. Pulling her arm from the boss' grasp. She could hear him chuckling but she had her mind on other things at the moment. Her mind swam with what she wanted to do. She wanted to pull her gun out and shoot the bastard between the eyes, but figured that would be suicide. For now she'll have to wait and see how things played out. Better to keep a cool head in this situation. Even though she was seething in anger on the inside.
Giving Dallas a look, she tried not to let her face betray anything. Wondering how the man would respond. Knowing that he probably would accept the offer. He just seemed the type to do it. Savannah wasn't sure right now if that was a good thing or a bad thing. She was too busy fighting off the urge to kill her current boss with her bare hands.
Dallas relaxed back against his chair, hands casually laid in his lap while he waited to see what the big boss would do. He really hadn't expected that he'd be so low as to offer up one of his staff as a wager and for a split second, Dallas wasn't sure he wanted to take that bet. For one, Savannah looked like she would kill anyone who even tried to claim her as property, her relationship with her boss clearly coming to an angry end in the near future.
"You're not wrong, she is very beautiful." Dallas commented, sweeping his eyes over her but surprisingly refraining from leering. He'd been watching her out of the corner of his eye for the last couple of hours already, he knew she was hot stuff. The question that he posed himself though, was 'what am I going to do when I win her?'. A quick smile crossed his lips at the mental image of trying to cash her in at a bank but it was swiftly replaced with one of her feeding him grapes in bed instead.
"Okay, I'll take that bet, unusual as it is. I think she'd have more fun working for me anyway. Let's see what you got."
The boss turned over his cards and gave Dallas a smug grin. He thought he'd just won with his straight flush. Ever the showman, Dallas feigned disappointment as though he'd been defeated, shaking his head as he put a hand over his cards still face down on the table.
"Well damn. That is a tough hand to beat. I mean, if only I had say....a royal flush?" With a proud smile he turned his cards over one by one to reveal the crushing blow that he had in fact won all the chips at the table as well as the prized security agent.
"Sorry old man, better luck next time." With that he began to drag the pile of chips in the centre of the table towards him. Unsure how he was going to carry them all, he turned and spoke to Savannah, completely oblivious to how furious the boss now was.
Savannah looked on, watching the end of the game play out. To his credit, Dallas did seem to ponder whether or not to take the bet. She wondered if he had qualms over dealing with a man who would wager a person. The anger was still seething but she wasn't sure what she was going to do yet. If the newcomer won maybe he would be gracious enough to cut her loose. Not try to make it difficult by staking a claim on her. How her boss thought that this could be a binding bet was beyond her. But, in a sense, if it got her out of his employ without causing a huge scene then who was she to complain. Then she would just have to deal with this Dallas person. Savannah's face fell a little bit when the boss turned over his straight flush. Actually disappointed as he looked unbeatable. The look on Dallas' face seemed to confirm the loss... or did it? Then a smirk creased her lips as she saw Dallas lay down a royal flush. Other than the smirk she kept her face stoic. Trying not to let anything crack the serious facade she had in place. When Dallas asked for a bag or something she looked at the dealer and nodded. The deal placed a number of empty chip racks in front of Dallas.
Taking a few steps away from the boss she looked around the table quickly. She scanned her boss' face and could see that it was turning red and his eyes had a murderous glint in them. Something was about to happen she knew.
Just as she suspected while Dallas was busy stacking up his chips in the racks the boss grabbed her arm again. Even more roughly then before. This time Savannah pulled away immediately and glared at him. At the same time her boss started to yell at Dallas. Accusing him of cheating and that the deal was off. The boss was in infuriated. Telling him he was not leaving with that money and he certainly wasn't going to leave with Savannah. At that point the boss grabbed Savannah roughly again, pulling her close to him and wrapping his arm possessively around her shoulder.
That was it. The last straw for Savannah. She was no ones property. Just because she worked as personal security didn't mean they owned her. Pulling her right arm forward and making a fist, she covered her fist with her left hand and with all her might using both arms she plunged her right elbow right into the old man's ribs. Doubling him over. After that she knew the shit was going to hit the fan.
Another security person came over after seeing what happened and Savannah was ready for him. Hoisting her dress up she launched a powerful side kick to the on coming security person. Her stiletto heel puncturing his chest and the force knocking him back several feet and sending him sprawling on the ground. Recovering quickly Savanna moved into a crouched and ready position. Waiting for whatever or whoever would come after her next.
"Ho-ly crap!" Dallas said out loud, his mouth falling open after seeing Savannah kick the stuffing out of her now ex-boss. There was no way he wanted to get a beating so Dallas had already made his mind up he wasn't going to demand she make good on the wager her boss had made using her as a bartering chip. Not if he wanted to get out of here in a pain free manner, which was always preferable.
While the shit hit the fan with the security detail, Dallas made a bee line for the cashier with his pile of chips, opting to get out sooner rather than later before someone pulled a gun and blood got spilled. He'd come for the money, not a battle and he fully intended to make the last few hours worthwhile.
"I'd like to cash these in please." He said quickly to the female cashier behind the window, shoving his rack of chips at her as he braved a glance over his shoulder at the melee behind him. Nervously he swallowed and turned back to the woman emptying the safe for him, hoping that she hadn't seen the guns being drawn by bossman's lest fiesty members of security. At least one thing was for sure, Savannah did indeed make a good distraction for a getaway.
It didn't take long before most of the casino realized something had happened. A lot of the players started running for the exits. Then more of the security team caught on to what had happened and they were stunned. They didn't know what to do at first, but that wouldn't last for long Savannah knew.
With people running for the exits and security finally getting their wits about them when the boss started screaming and pointing at Savannah, they got the picture. She started fighting off the security people coming her way. Luckily most of them weren't that smart and were still a bit confused as to why they were fighting one of their own.
Right now things were still in the hand to hand stage. The guns hadn't come out, which was to Savannah's benefit. She was sure it wasn't going to last for long though. As they came at her she incapacitated them with a hard and thrust to the throat, an elbow to the side of the head, or a spinning kick to the chest. There was a flurry of action around her. She heard her former boss bellowing and knew it would much longer before the bullets were flying.
Out of the corner of her eyes she noticed Dallas had left his seat at the table but he hadn't left for the exit nor was he involved in the fighting in anyway. As she spun around to face another attacker she scanned the room quickly and saw him at the cashier. It figured she thought to herself. He was still going to get his money. The man had some cojones she had to give him that.
Getting tired of hearing the ugly bastard that formerly was her boss, she keyed in on him and sent a palm thrust into his throat and elbowed the side of his head as he went down just for good measure. There was a lull in the action as people had started fighting amongst themselves or were sprawled on the ground thanks to Savannah.
Taking the opportunity she ran over to the cashier and grabbed Dallas by the collar and yelled at him.
"What the hell do you think you're doing? You know that this mess is ALL your fault? You think you can just take the money and skip out the back door by yourself now? I warned you... You should have taken it then."
Savannah glared straight into his eyes. She was breathing hard from fighting. Her mind was full of thoughts swirling around. He was a con man. He'd come in to take the money and run but didn't count on this. Savannah hadn't counted on this either and for a moment she stood there, not knowing what to do next.
Dallas was rather rudely grabbed by the collar, turned and thrust up against the wall without any thought for his feelings on the matter whatsoever. Naturally, his immediate reaction was to protest.
"Hey! Easy on the Armani!" Though when he took one look at Savannah and then glanced over her shoulder at the pile of fallen and broken bodies, he was quick to dial down the protesting in favour of just accepting he was now squished against the wall. It could be worse, he could be squished all over the floor llike the other guys in the room.
"You know that this mess is ALL your fault? You think you can just take the money and skip out the back door by yourself now?"
"Uh, yeah. That was the plan." He replied plainly, shrugging his shoulders as best he could.
"I warned you... You should have taken it then."
"Hey look, it's not my fault your boss lost the game. He should learn a better poker face. I mean the guy's got tells a blind person could spot a mile away." Dallas defended. He was tempted to make a comment that she should be thanking him for getting her out of the employ of such an asshole, but when a hail of bullets hit the wall beside his head, he felt it more prudent to duck and cover instead, pulling Savannah with him as they went around the back of the cashier desk to avoid the gunfire.
"They're shooting at me! What the hell did I do, you were the one that got all Jackie Chan on them!" He whined, panicing slightly because he really liked not being dead. Being shot at wasn't something he was particularly used to, Dallas was not cut out for dodging bullets. He wasn't Neo for God's sake, he was just a con man who prefered to not get caught in the cheat.
