Running an underground poker system is not an easy task you can get away with, so foul-play is not tolerated. With the surprising amount of winning funds from your previous poker game, you check your hidden surveillance cameras- analyzing every mannerism and subtle movement that accompanies each player. Unsurprisingly, you found the culprit and the reason for the odd increase of winning funds: Cole, a younger man and a new figure to the poker scene. The cameras caught him cheating in plain sight, having slipped in his own chips to add to his winning funds as the night went on.

A few days of patient waiting ends as Cole knocks on your apartment door to receive the sum of money he wrongfully won. You allow him in, the envelope with his check mere inches away from his grasp until you pull it away, gesturing him to sit down. "I'm kind of in hurry so-" He quiets himself when he See's the expression on your face and sits down at the table, his gaze turned to the surveillance footage of the poker game the night he cheated. He knows he got caught. "You got cameras? I'm sure the guys would be pretty upset about that." He says a little wearily, but the act was slipping quickly as he knew he was just mindless speaking as a last ditch effort to ease the situation. He could only hope this wouldn't end up with missing limbs or an even bigger debt.