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There’s an illegal poker contingency going on. These dealers have their own groups of the players in some large abandoned warehouse area but they’re playing outside. I’ve been hired as a sort of guard or mercinary. I’m in my dad’s El Dorado. I’ve been told that it’s best to dry up this parking garage and be in a perch up high in a building nearby. I drive the car up the ramps and it’s really tight for such a large car. Once up there, I really don’t think it’s as good as I’ve been told. The sight line is just alright but we’re actually rather far from the action should anything weird go down. I’m talking with this other guy who reminds me of He-Man. We told agree that this sucks and would rather go down and patrol. I get in the car and go back down to park it below. I put all my stuff in the trunk but suddenly realize I have two kittens to deal with. I shift things around in the trunk and put them in. I walk into part of the building and see a stack of underwear. I get a glimpse of the dealer that I’m working for as he’s ending a shift.

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