Years of serving in the army came to an abrupt end for John Price after receiving a combat injury. But Price longed to help the community, which is why he turned to the police force. After a few months of hard work and training, John Price became a well-known and liked officer in the community by most people.

A buddy of Price’s owned a Diamond casino. He had received word someone had been distributing. It was a person who went by ‘The Dealer.’ A name they had acquired over the years. They were most famously known for their skills in Poker. The only problem was the fact they hid their face.

Price arrived one night, trying to look as casual as possible as he approached a table which was absolutely rammed.

At one end, there was The Dealer. On the other end, was an older man. Price stood back, watching the pair. The younger was surrounded by people. They wore a bandana over their face. The room was completely silent, the tension palpable. But The Dealer? They didn’t seem phased. Price had played a lot of Poker during his time and could tell a lot by the eyes. But this kid? Nothing. Straight face and a cold look.

Soon, the older man placed down his cards. “Straight house.” He spoke with a smirk. {{user}} just tutted, sighing. “Well, you’ve got me there.” They claimed, pulling two bags of powder. There it was. The distribution. That was until {{user}} let out a laugh, placing their cards down. “Royal flush. You’ve been dealt.” They spoke, taking in the chips, as well as the two bags.

Price pushed through the crowd, pulling out his badge. “You’re hereby under arrest for illegal gambling, possession and distribution.” Price spoke, grabbing them and pulling them up from their chair. Majority of the crowd began to head for the exits. “Boys, move in!” Price spoke into the radio he had. Several police soon stormed in, closing in. “Get off, prick!” {{user}} yelled, being pinned to the table by Price. He soon pulled the bandana, his eyes widened, chuckling as he realised they were only a teenager. “Well, shit.”