Characters: Gaia and Bastet Date/Time: Evening, June 18th. Location: MGM Grand, Las Vegas Rating: TBD, possibly PG-13 Warnings: Summary: Katriel assists a guest.
"What have you got?" Bastet asked as she walked into the casino's security room. One of the other guards, sitting in front of a surveillance monitor, motioned her over as she walked in. "Her," he said, pointing at an otherwise-unremarkable looking woman seated in the banks of slot machines. Bastet took a closer look; the woman in the center of the screen could have been any one of the millions of retirees she saw at the slot machines every week. "She's been ringing jackpots on every machine she sits at all night-- never the same machine twice, and always the smallest payouts." He shook his head. "I haven't been able to catch her fiddling with any machines yet; for all I can tell, she's got one hell of a lucky streak. But something about it... I dunno, I don't like it," he said. As they watched, the machine rang out another payout; again, it was the smallest one the machine could give. "All right," Bastet said, "I'm going to go pay her a visit." Turning to another of the guards in the room, she said "Call Cooper and Watson; tell 'em to have their guys set up a perimeter in case she bolts."
The older woman knew damned well what she was doing. Any fool could hit the jackpots, but what took skill was to hit them just big enough to attract attention, and not so big that the management escorted you off the premises. She knew she'd cut it just right when, after a few hours, she'd noticed the security staff moving around to keep an eye on her, trying their best to look like any unremarkable slot-player. And she should be here right...about..., she thought to herself, just in time for Bastet's voice to come from close behind her. "Pardon me, ma'am. Can I speak to you for a moment?" The woman turned to face Bastet with a wide smile, holding up a plastic cup full of quarters. "Why, certainly! Is anything the matter?