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Day Forty-one: All According to Plan

Wynona Mooney grinned over the tops of her cards at the scowling face of Lamont Deldeo. She couldn’t tell anything from the scowl – that was his permanent look – but she grinned nonetheless. It was her best poker grin, the one that usually got her kicked out of casinos. It radiated insouciant innocence and drove people nuts.

“What’re you thinkin’, Monty?” she asked. “Whether to trade in that eight?” His eyes didn’t flicker anywhere. He just stared at her and scowled. “My, my,” she said. “You must be holding a thing of beauty over there.” She sat back, fanning herself with her spread of cards. Her shirt was open a little, and it was hot in the room. His bodyguards had been sneaking peeks for the last half hour, but Lamont, as yet, had restrained himself. “I wonder what a little girl like me is gonna do if I lose to such a man like yourself.”

From behind, held by one of Deldeo’s bodyguards, her partner screamed at her. “For the love of God, Wynona,” he yelled. “They! Are! Going! To Kill! US!”

She waved at him without looking. “Don’t mind Ellis,” she said to Deldeo. “He’s not good under stress. Not like you.” She spread her cards open slightly, ostentatiously peeking at them. “I may be in a bit of a pickle,” she said, and switched grins to the cute one. She checked her watch, a big diving watch that looked far too heavy for her hands. “How’re we doing for time?”

“Bet,” Deldeo said. “Or fold.” His expression didn’t change.

Wynona sighed. “Fine, Monty. One shot at me, one at Ellis back there.” He yowled. “And…” She held up a large USB drive. It was about the size of her thumb, black and unassuming. “The contents of this memory stick.”

Deldeo raised an eyebrow.

“Glad I have your attention,” she said. “On it is the full and complete bank account information for ten CEOs of international corporations. The giants of industry. The rulers of the world. Win, Monty, and they’re all yours.”

The eyebrow dropped. “No,” he said. “I take that, load it into my machine, and it installs a virus into my system that’ll cripple my operations.” He nodded to the other bodyguard, who removed a gun from under his jacket. “Try again.”

Wynona shrugged. “If that’s what you think. You can always test it out – get a clean laptop over here, something you can afford to lose.” She palmed the memory stick. Because if you don’t take this, then I’m out of resources, and our little game is at an end.” She shrugged and ran her thumb along the tops of her cards. “What do you say?”

He sat and scowled for a moment, and then nodded to the guard with the gun. He put it away and left the room. Wynona hummed under her breath. The guard came back a few minutes later with an old laptop, booted it up and gave it to Wynona. “Show us,” Deldeo said.

She plugged the USB key into the machine and waited until the file explorer popped up. A few clicks of an oversensitive touchpad and she opened a text file. The guard took it and gave it to Deldeo. He nodded. “Fine,” he said. He dropped the laptop in the middle of the table. “Your lives, plus this information, against your freedom. Agreed?”

Wynona nodded and sat back. “Groovy.”

“Very well. What’s in your hand, Mooney?”

She carefully placed her cards on the table, face up, one at a time. Two kings, three queens. “See?” she said. “And here you probably thought I was bluffing.”

Deldeo dropped his cards on the table in front of her. Two jacks, three tens. “You win,” he said. From the back of the room, Ellis groaned, and there was a thump as a bodyguard hit him. Deldeo stood up and smoothed the front of his pale linen shirt. “You win,” he said again.

Wynona remained seated. “Is this the part where you tell your bodyguards to kill us anyway?”

For the first time, Deldeo showed an emotion other than sullen anger. He looked shocked and just a little bit hurt. “Of course not,” he said, walking over towards her side of the table. “What kind of person would I be if I did that?” He held his hand out, and the bodyguard put a gun in it. Deldeo checked that it was loaded, pointed it at her head, and smiled. “You must never ask others to do what you would not be willing to do yourself,” he said. He nodded to the bodyguard, who picked up the laptop, closed it, and put it under his arm.

“Like welsh on a bet?” Wynona was doing her best to ignore Ellis’ theatrical weeping in the back of the room.

“Exactly,” Deldeo said. “My men have their pride to think about.” He pointed the gun at her forehead and looked her in the eyes. “I think I can live with myself.”

Wynona pressed a button on the side of her watch, and the USB stick exploded, taking out the computer with it.

The bodyguard was screaming and covered in blood. The distraction was just long enough for Wynona to deliver a punch straight to Deldeo’s crotch. He doubled over in pain and dropped the gun, which Wynona swept up and pointed at the guard holding Ellis. “Put him down, hon,” she said. The bodyguard hesitated, and she put two shots into the wall on either side of his head. He let go of Ellis, and put his hands up. Ellis reached into his jacket and armed himself.

“I can’t believe that worked,” he said, holding the man at gunpoint. He glanced at the screaming guard. “Is he gonna be okay?”

“Probably not,” she said. She looked down and gave Deldeo a solid kick to the stomach. “It’s been fun, Monty,” she said. “We’ll have to play blackjack next time.” She reached into Deldeo’s shirt pocket and took out a small vial. The liquid inside glowed faintly, even in the brightly lit room. “And that’s all, folks,” she said.

She turned to the remaining guard. “Keys?” she said, gesturing with the gun. He gingerly reached into a pocket and pulled out a large car key. Ellis took it. “Can we go now?” he asked her.

“Absolutely.” She looked at the vial one more time and smiled again. Had he seen this smile, Deldeo would have killed her right away. “Now things are going to finally get interesting.”

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  1. July 2, 2011 at 5:50 AM

    That was really good. I was not expecting that ending. Nice job!

  2. techtigger
    July 4, 2011 at 11:33 PM

    no honor among thieves, eh? :D fun story!

  1. December 16, 2011 at 8:55 PM
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