Chapter 23

"we have a prey". Kent said. "There, there". Brandon thought to himself the voice he had been looking for. "Boss, shall we take him to the boss's table now". "He is in already, all that I need now is, Michael gets in there and brings my money out". "But boss we currently do not have anyone that is next to play at the boss's table". "I know, he isn't of the casino, are you questioning me right now just get me Michael". "Okay boss". The hefty man Kent had been instructing earlier comes back with a fine looking tall man who looked like he spent all his free time in the gym. "I'm here boss" "You know what to do mike, bet all in, if he tries anything press the button I'll be in the other room behind the blindfold". "I hope there would be no violence this time you know I'm not a fighter, God only knows where you get all these touts you bring to the table of late". "Fine pretty boy, stop being fussy, this boy is quite dumb trying to avenge his father at a casino are all young lads like this nowadays". "He is inside already?" "Yeah sure, okay let's go in". "Wait up your mask". "It's right here, I have a beauty waiting for me at the bar so I really want this over with quickly". Meanwhile over inside the room where Damon is, he begins to go over things in his head, he had to be sure he had all his facts right any small mistake would cost them a lot. How sure was he Kent would come play at the table personally, he might have told them so but with so many people working with him how could he be. Damn, the people over at the loser's table didn't recognize him, they had played in this room, yet they didn't know that was Kent, it could only mean one thing Kent was either good at hiding his face or someone else played in his stead. Then he had to be wise if whoever comes here is not Kent, how would he get out and is the Guardian aware of this, well he had two brainbox outside. Brandon had found out who Kent was way before him, now he had to play a gamble with that trust. Just as he was still thinking about this, the door to the room opened up and a man walked in masked, the man had an amazing build. Kent was well built but this guy in front of him was a gym addict, he was right then somebody else played in Kent's stead. "Hi there, shall we". Michael said immediately he entered only taking a short glance around the room before taking a seat. "This man is obviously not even a gangster, he had no clue about anything, he probably was just good at cheating with cards so Kent recruited him". Damon thought. "Well aren't you taking a seat". Michael said once again when after few minutes Damon was still standing. "I should sit down right". Damon said as if asking for permission from the masked Michael. Outside at the front door where Damon had gone through, the Guardian couldn't help fidgeting, he trusted in them knowing the right thing, even if he doubted Damon, he definitely didn't doubt Brandon. The two had aced several challenges and missions that were way tougher than this while they were still agents, moreso, it was he who raised Damon, so he knew what he could do. Yes he trusts his son now all that is left is for his son to trust in him. "Master, do you think Damon would shoot the person inside". The Valley Master asked. "If I am his father, then he would". "Is this another test for Damon". "I didn't set the test, fate did". Inside the room Damon sat across the masked man with the cards set in front of them, however he didn't make a single move to pick a card or to play. "Aren't you here to play the game, or you suddenly got scared and want to run away". "Trust me nothing of the sort it is just out of integrity when I cannot even see the person I'm playing with my money is on the line". "Poor you, weren't you told the rules of the game, the boss is not to be seen by anybody, also, did you really think you had a chance of going back home with this money" . "Why not, it's a gamble I could win or lose". "Nah, it's a gamble at the boss's table, you either lose or you lose, no two ways". "Really, then why am I here". "Are you asking me, didn't you agree to be here, well young boy let's get things done quick, I have a beauty waiting for me, I have no time to play words with you". "Really". "You either play or you admit automatic defeat, you cannot back out". "Is that also a rule". "Yes". "So if you also do not play I win automatically". "Yeah, pretty boy". "Fine then, I was hatching a way you could survive and only the man behind the windscreen would die but it's fine". Damon muttered under his breath. "What in the crap are you muttering under your breath now, I can storm out of this door and claim you concede defeat". Michael said trying to threaten him Into action. "You might want to, but you definitely wouldn't be able to". Damon said and in a what looked like it was less than a second, Michael was down with a hole on his throat. The gun wasn't a silencer, they obviously intended to be heard, immediately the gunshot was heard, chaos started all over the casino and Kent ran out of the room only to meet with Brandon's pistol right on his forehead. "Peeing on your body is such a nice touch Kent". Brandon said and without wasting one more second three clicks. Three bullets one hole and kent was on the floor face up. Damon went out through the door Michael came in through and came face to face with Brandon blowing the smoke off the pistol and Kent on the floor with a wide hole on his forehead. THE VEIL ON THE DARK