One thing at a time though. First she had to get this ruddy collar of her neck, and to do that she needed to obtain more tender. “Obtain” was such a nice nice word. It had a certain moral ambiguity to it that appealed to Sawyer.
Positioned behind a row of slots, legs sticking out into the aisle, she used a bobby pin like a pair of tweezers, slowly unscrewing the back panel of the machine. As another screw fell away, she dropped it into her pile. It was slow progress so far, but it beat having to earn her freedom on the casino's terms. Besides, once she got her payload, she could make up for the few patron's who pockets she picked. It was not necessarily that she felt bad about the deed; it was survival of the fittest after all. Instead she saw it as an opportunity to collect a few more pawns. If she helped them to escape, they owed her... big time.
Another screw popped out of its socket. Sawyer dropped it into the pile. She wiped the sweat from her forehead. Her hand came away red from the blood that had spattered against her earlier. She paid it no mind. Removing her bloodied jacket, Sawyer tossed it into the aisle and continued her work.
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