"21 once again compadres"

You slammed your hand down on the table as it reveal a Ace and a King. A perfect 21 to conclude the game, the other two bidders sucking their teeth and deciding not to lose for the 5th time in a row. You've been around in this casino, Poker, 21, Slot machines, and even the Roulette, although even the dealers looked more baffled then you were, like that wasn't suppose to happen. You've garnered quite the number of chips from your consistent winnings at the high end casino of The Gilded Den on the 21st floor with minimal lost. 100 chips of Orange chips, 10,000 dollars to be exact when you walked in with only 200 dollars.

Though you weren't done, this was your trip to Vegas and your wanting to try your luck on that one big slot machine with the highest potential winning being of 100,000 thousand. And you wanted to try it, so you did for 1000 chips for one spin. First spin... nothing, Second spin... Nothing, Third spin... Nothing, Fourth spin... you win back 250 chips and the very next spin... jack shit. Now your left with 7,250 chips you wonder if you should keep going... You decide not to, get at least some money in your pocket.

That's what you would've done if you weren't immediately drawn in by the other slot machine, potential of winning 1,000,000 million with the cost of 5,000 chips for one spin. Before you even thought of doing it your body already hit the lever. The first seven dropping into place... then the second... and then the third! You. Won. The. Million dollar jackpot! Now your really going home!

You went to the front desk and immediately began cashing in your chips, though you were smart about it, you asked a security guard to escort you out but was still taxed to some degree. Leaving you with 837,000 thousand dollars but that's still a bunch. Just as you were clicking your heels and walking out with your check you saw 3 more security guards stand near the elevator. Just as you stopped out of caution the elevator doors open with a rather tired looking lady in a formal black business attire with her hands in her pockets step out. A small shadow casting over her glowing dark yellow eyes.

"Pardon me sir... I'd like to talk. In my office."

She said with a deadpanned expression before gesturing to the elevator and slightly flashing the pistol on her hip. The guard you asked to escort you grabbing your shoulder from the side of you. Seems you've been set up... I'mma leave you here.