[ Isle de Gambino - Gold Mountain Casino ]
With his shoulders still stapled to his seat, Neon struggled to move, much less read. This document held all the necessary proof of legitimacy, and was hard evidence in locating a wanted terrorist, and enemy of G-Corp. That said, Neon didn't want Stefano to get caught up in whatever scheme it was Demarco had concocted for him. Armed with only a six-shooter, he'd have little to bargain with...
Akita didn't mind playing man's best friend, and made herself comfortable in Demarco's lap. The show was just beginning, but when darkness fell, the glow in the Graffiti King's eyes became more evident, surprising her.
'He'd really done it,' She thought, a little proud of her old leader. 'He really became a soldier, just like he said he would.'
"Whoa," Otherwise uninterested in the lackluster magic tricks, it was the ear-curdling roar that instantly trapped his attention. "Cainan the Courageous" they called him; those close calls, coupled with that ogre-sized cat were his calling cards. Neon didn't recognize him at first, having never caught one of his shows, but by the looks of it, neither had any of the Maurizio Family. The perfect distraction.
"No, uh," Neon clapped with them, sweating beneath his collar. "Never met him before in my life." Through choppy slight-of-hand, he risked slipping the documents into his jacket under the fresh blanket of darkness, but was caught in the act, and found his wrist wrenched from his his coat and into the limelight. Luckily, he had managed to conceal the documents -- unluckily, his gun was exposed.
"What do we have here." Pit, the enforcer, removed Neon's weapon with expert handling, making sure the chamber was ejected so that there would be no unfortunate accidents. Neon made a grab for it, but quickly found her muscly knee coiled around his neck, restricting what little movement he had.
"Happy Birthday," Ever-condescending, she handed off the handgun to her employer.
The card dealer fast became very, very nervous. While he attempted to reach beneath the table to call security, Akita acted on a hair trigger, cocking her naughtily concealed pistol, deliciously hidden beneath her dress.
"Don't do anything fishy now," She smirked, "You're a professional, after all. We're not even done with the first deck."
Finally released from Pit's strangehold, Neon fought between catching his breath and rubbing his wrist. Aside from Wolf, Neon wondered if whether this other "Dog" was anything supernatural. Or maybe, it had just been a while since he'd fell pray under the grip of a especially powerful woman. Ashamed from having been caught with his pants down, Neon didn't say anything. Merely, he kept his eyes on the guns drawn, making sure there weren't any itchy trigger fingers. If there were, he'd be sure to protect those in the way - Rakugaki or not.
Thirteen hissed uncontrollably at the gangsters, his hair standing on end. In the dark, his eyes shown like wild fireflies. Akita was quick to silence him with a thick-pitched growl, sending the cat retreating behind Neon's neck.
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