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by Mac Bungett on Thu Apr 17, 2008 9:54 pm
At 6:15 on the dot, the lights of the "Emperor Suite" at the Hotsy Topsy Hotel/Casino turn off, signifying the last guard check for an hour and the start of the mission. Mac, was able to see this, for it was the owner's room, and it's large curtained windows overlooked the casino where he was currently trying to break the bank, in Baccarat.
Mac looses the tie of his navy blue business suit.
"Ok, I'm going to be going soon, so let's make this interesting." Mac pushes half of his very large pile of chips towards the dealer. The other players scoff at this, and wander off for cheaper games of chance. The dealer just smiles and takes a puff from his cigarette, sets it down on the ashtray in front of him, and deals Mac some cards from the shoe. Mac takes the cards and takes a swig from his glass and points at the cigarette, "You know those aren't really healthy for you."
The dealer responds, "Ah but sir, I am an old man set in my ways, you are a young man with many years in front of you, but that brandy can only give you harm."
The Emperor Suite's lights turn back on, and Mac frowns at this, the dealer chuckles, thinking it was his comment. Mac calmly adds, "But I don't plan on living long in my line of work." He notices uniformed security guards running towards the Private Suite's elevator.
"And what line of work is that, sir?"
"Distractions." Through the polished metal of a nearby slot machine, Mac sees a security guard behind him get a radio call, and start walking the table. The dealer takes a smoke "Like let's my company wants proof that a certain casino owner is working more then usual with the mob, so they decide to send in a theft to snatch some documents from his private room of his hotel, and they know that there will be less security when he is in the hotel and he will leave his suite to personally deal a "high roller."' As the dealer's brain takes all of this in and the horrors rolls across his face, Mac raises his glass, "To distractions."
Mac reaches into his jacket pocket with his left hand as he splashes the dealer with his glass. As the cigarette lights the brandy and the dealer's arm, Mac turns around and smashes the knuckle buster trench knife he pulled from his jacket into the jaw of the guard behind him.
The dealer hits the floor in shock, the guard does the same in pain. Pulling out a Walther P99 Mac fires it into the ceiling, not only causing a stampede of casino goers out of the floor, but the bullets break off the plastic bar holding the cage of balloons attached to the ceiling closed. Through the confusion of running and shouting gamblers, the confetti, and the balloons, Mac is able to not only pocket his weapons, but also pull off his velcroed suit, revealing a black tux. Running into a stairwell with a group of confused German tourists, he folds his tie into a bow, and puts on stylish sunglasses. In German, Mac shouts at the tourists that they should not exit through the emergency exit, but go upstairs, towards the suites. Too shock to think why their foursome became a fivesome, the German follow, until Mac points them towards the executive dinnerhall and he sinks into the hall of the Emperor Suite.
While he runs down the open corridor, Mac runs into 3 guards watching the casino through the full wall windows, one leaning on the window, using his radio, while the other two tightly hold an 11 year old boy. Mac quickly pulls out his pistol and shoots out the glass, the guard falling to his disability pay onto a blackjack table. Startled by their comrade's descent, one of the other guards is easily dispatched out the window by the child, while Mac tries pushing the other guard out the window, but he is too quick and dodges Mac's fists and punches Mac in the eye, shattering his sunglasses. Mac punches at him again, this time the boy trips him from behind and the guard stumbled out the window. Mac asks the boy he got the documents, and the boy nods.
"Well then, plan A is still on." Mac turns to the opposite outside window and smashes it with his pistol, and slides out and begins to climb the few yards down the building to the parking garage, followed by the boy. Walking over to a silver Alpala, Mac clicks the remote and enters the drivers side, while the kid enters the back.
Mac tosses one of the counterfeit chips he still had into the back seat, "here keep this as a memento, maybe you might gamble with it when you get older, if you survive."
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Mac Bungett on Sat Apr 19, 2008 7:39 pm, edited 2 times in total.
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