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"Well... Dammit," James said looking from the vial of red liquid to the same vial in Gabriel's hand, "A draw it is, looks like." Ah ha, seemed as if Skill could match Luck. James shook his head and put two of the vials in his other Jacket pocket, the side that wasn't bursting with cash (Albeit a twenty dollar bill lighter). Two because he didn't trust himself enough to actually keep up with only one. He rather enjoyed the idea of having backups present when it wasn't clear his luck wouldn't screw him over.

"I do believe we ought to, as you gamblers say, cut-and-run?"

"Close enough," James confirmed as he grabbed the man's shoulder. He wasn't looking forward to the phasing, but it was a slight better than walking out the front door like he owned the whole forsaken place... At lot more inconspicuous what it was. Then they were through the wall accompanied by James' shudder. It wasn't that he was afraid or anything it was just phasing was unnatural as all hell for him...

After the Phasing, Gabriel began to speak about his job, about some individuals named Charlotte and Gregory. James listened intently, intrigued. "Same day drop?" He repeated, "That must cost a pretty penny," It's not like first class shipping was inexpensive anything. "Sound's like a pretty decent gig... Well not decent, but you know." He admitted. Sure, James liked his job as well, swindling money from under the noses of fat-cats who don't understand that they can't just throw money around and expect no one to try and make a grab for it... James was that man who grabbed... Rather large handfuls at that too. Plus, there was always the surprise as to how luck is going to bite him in the ass later. "Charlotte and Gregory... Charlotte and.. Gregory. Can't say I do, Can't say I do. Not unless they indulge in a little cards or dice," James said. He wasn't completely sure how they tied into this, but was positive they played some role... Otherwise Gabriel wouldn't have mentioned it. However, he didn't pursue it. As it was, he thought back on his job... Gambling... The best part was always wondering how luck was going to bite him in the ass this time. Then as if almost on cue...

"Now, now, I was always told that if one wishes to know something, it is best to simply ask, hm?"

James then saw the two thugs walk out into the light, and he looked up towards the sky with his hands outstretched, "The hell did I deserve that for?" He asked his matron of luck. He felt gypped and decided he deserved a freebie. His hand went to his face to examine the mask still clasped to his face... Of course combined with that visage and talking to the sky gave him the damn good impression that he was a little bit... Loose in the head. Hell, it was a completely possible that he was.

James then looked over to Gabriel as the man chucked a rock at the thug holding the gun. No doubt realizing that the gun would cause more backlash then the knife... However, it was a lot more straight forwards with the gun... He'd have to improvise with the knife... He shrugged and jerked a hand in his pocket and slumped his shoulders, looking as unenthusiastic as possible.

"Well, let's get this over with... Come on, I don't got all day," He snapped at the man who then snarled and charged... Just like James planned. As the man closed the distance, James refused to move out of the way, only gripping something in his pocket. As the man got in range, James pulled the thing, or things out of his pocket. They were a pair of red dice with white indention. James merely tossed these at the man's feet. The dice seemed to fall exactly where the man was stepping and he slid. Now James side stepped out of the way as the man slid past him.

James replaced his hands in his pocket and leaned over the man. The thug managed to lose the knife in the slid and seemed to be quite bewildered as James hovered over him. "Well, fella... Just not your lucky day, is it?" James smirked as he punted the man in the side of the head, instantly knocking the man cold. James then moved towards the thugs feet and picked his dice back up and examined them. "Aha! A seven! How lucky," He said, laughing, picking up the dice. The dice were scratched but were relatively unharmed. He made his wave over to Gabriel and shrugged.

"Since that right there," He pointed around at the thugs, "Was a stroke of unnecessary bad luck, then I would imagine we're even.. Karma and me," He finished... What he didn't notice was when he punted the thug, another twenty fell out of his pocket and drifted beside the unconscious man. Oh yes, him and Karma was even alright.