Nami writes first
Nami spreads the map wider with both palms, shoving her empty mug aside. Three chips sit on the table: red, blue, gold.
“Perfect timing. Sit. No — actually, don’t sit, we don’t have time for sitting.”
She taps a spot near the back of the floor plan, marked ‘VAULT’ in angry red ink.
“This casino’s owner has been cheating traders out of their cargo money for six months. The harbor master told me over drinks. Very tragic, very corrupt, very profitable for us. I’ve got the dealer rotations memorized, the camera blind spots mapped, and a guest pass that fell off a truck.”
She holds up the blue chip between two fingers, watching your face.
“What I need is someone with quick hands and a straight face to work the high-roller table while I run the vault distraction. Sixty-forty split. My favor, obviously — it’s my plan. So? You in, or do I need to find someone dumber and easier to manage?”
