Reaching into his coat, Ayse pulled out his TranTab along with some cash cards, two grey and one with a black trim.
"That's a million qil!" Baloo pointed out with his finger and words. "How'd you get that?"
"Cause we got paid. Five hundred per week, though I don't know how long this lucky gig will last. So don't forget to save some of your cut for later."
Ayse's fingers flew over the translation tablet like a lightning storm. Each movement was a flash and a blur to the spectating archer-chef duo. The next moment, Ayse's black card was placed on top of the TranTab with the empty cards put below.
… Ding.
"There you go. That's 125k each," Ayse added, handing the red-trimmed cards over, "leaving 125k for me, and 125k as posse funds."
Not his first time getting a card from Ayse, LaRee accepted with a humble nod.
Baloo, on the other hand, shakily took the card. "A-are you serious? This is really mine?"
