The atmosphere in the casino grew more electric as the night deepened. The colorful lights continued their dance, painting vibrant patterns on the patrons who reveled in their fortunes or the thrill of risk. The chatter of gamblers had transformed into whispers of anticipation, and the occasional clinking of chips had taken on an intense rhythm. The jingle of the slot machines was like a siren's call, luring those who sought the thrill of chance.
As Damien, Mary, and the rest of the group moved through the casino, their extravagant attire drew the attention of those around them. Eyes followed their every step, both in admiration and curiosity. It was a perfect cover – looking like wealthy gamblers here for a night of indulgence.
The team had been provided with a list of suspicious individuals to look out for. They moved gracefully, occasionally pausing at different gaming tables to play their part. Playing a game or two wouldn't hurt; it was all part of the act and an excellent way to blend in while keeping a close watch on potential threats.
The casino was a haven of vice and temptation, where guests reveled in the seductive allure of chance. There were high-stakes poker games where secrets often exchanged hands with the cards, roulette wheels spun with the hope of a favorable outcome, and the hypnotic slot machines offered the promise of instant riches. The team dispersed strategically, with some mingling in the crowd, while others stationed themselves near gaming tables, discreetly observing every move, every glance, and every hushed conversation.
The group's mission was twofold: to identify any Abyssals who may have infiltrated the casino and to keep a vigilant eye on individuals suspected of betraying the native races. In this sea of risk and temptation, they navigated the currents of chance and desire, their vigilant gaze unwavering in the pursuit of justice and information, all while remaining undercover in the world of grown-up pleasures.
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A/N:
Phew, you guys should remind me never to try this again. I tried to write a casino scene but failed woefully, even after taking a few days off to read multiple casino scenes from different novels.
Sigh!
It's just not my style.
I also had some things going on that delayed the release of this chapter.
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SCENE CHANGE
A man is currently sitting with his eyes closed on a throne made completely of gold. Two women sit on similar but smaller-looking thrones, staring at the man. Multiple figures sitting or standing around also look at the man as if waiting for him to say something.
This looks just like any normal human Kingdom or parliament meeting if you ignore the fact that some of the women had gems on their foreheads, and some of the men had crimson tattoos on their skin, which they made no effort to hide... well, except the man on the golden throne.
Isaac had always been an oddball amongst the other males of his race, he had never made any effort to show off his tattoos like the other males of his race instead he always hole himself up in the library or embarked on journeys in search of knowledge, even his way of dressing was very similar to that of scholars in the ancient times.
Isaac had an air of wisdom and intellectual curiosity about him that defied his age. His attire was a fusion of classic and contemporary styles. He wore a well-tailored, deep indigo robe, reminiscent of ancient scholars, but with a modern cut that added a touch of youthful vigor. The fabric was comfortable and breathable, allowing him to navigate libraries and archives with ease.
Beneath the robe, he donned a crisp, white shirt, an ode to traditional formal wear. His trousers were made of a durable yet soft material, practical for long hours of study. He walked in comfortable leather boots that offered both support and mobility.
Despite all his qualities, the aura of strength he exuded was not something to be taken lightly. If Damien were to make a comparison, he'd liken Isaac's strength to that of Colonel Reeds. In fact, Isaac's strength slightly surpassed the Colonel's. As someone who pursued knowledge and ventured far and wide, he likely came across opportunities to enhance his physical prowess.
If Isaac were to be their adversary, whether in a physical confrontation or intellectual battle, their chances of success would be less than 20%. Luckily, they didn't have to face him.
As soon as the last person took their seat, Isaac opened his eyes, scanning the faces in the hall before addressing the gathering.
"I'll be departing today."
"What?"
"Why?"
Murmurs and speculations arose as people tried to decipher the reason for his sudden departure.
"Silence!" Isaac's authoritative voice rang out.
"You all know I wasn't the one originally assigned to capture this city. I simply happened to pass by and decided to aid my cousin and this young lady. My pursuit of knowledge has been delayed long enough by assisting in your covert takeover of the city. I've carried the brunt of the work, and I believe even a novice can carry on from where I left off. If you'll excuse me, I'll be taking my leave."
Isaac rose from his throne, produced an ancient-looking book seemingly out of thin air, and left the hall, murmuring words only he could hear. His parting words were, "Humans are truly intriguing. Now, Adams and Green, show me what you're capable of." His smile conveyed both curiosity and a touch of excitement.
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Scene change
High on a rooftop, two hooded figures, one with a masculine silhouette and the other distinctly feminine, stood facing each other.
"I've secured what you require, and I've gathered some extra information as well. You can have the additional details for free; think of it as part of my duty as a native."
"If you're genuinely on our side, consider revealing your face," Adams responded.
"Regrettably, I can't comply with that request. Think of it as a precaution. Besides, you're concealing your identity as well, aren't you?"
"I understand. till next time then " Adams said before gracefully leaping off the rooftop.
"Till next time..... brother."