Taking a Proper Revenge (Self RP)

Las Vegas, Nevada 9:47 PM
Lotus Hotel & Casino

Three men sat at a table betting their life savings away at a game of poker. Their poker faces were refined, and they had all played each other at least once before, it was clear by the way they eyed each other. The pot was currently up to twenty-five grand, and they weren’t slowing down for anyone, into their game. The dealer sat idly in front of them waiting for them to show what their hands were. One of them showed his hand, and the others sighed simultaneously, handing over their winnings disheartened as their friend scored 25 easily.

“Deal me in.” A kid stood beside the table, hardly tall enough to see over it, with a checkered hoodie covering his head and body. “Beat it kid, minors aren’t allowed at the table!”
“What, afraid of losing?” the kid challenged
“To a kid?! What do you think we are fools?” The men at the table didn’t think much of the boy.
“Do you really want me to answer that question?” He retorted losing his patience.
“You don’t even have the money. Starting is twelve grand.” The dealer piped in.
Reaching down to a suitcase he brought in with him, he carefully opened it and set some of its contents on the table; two thick stacks of dough. “Twenty grand. Deal me in.”
Every gambler’s eyes were open wide, observing this strange kid, who somehow obtained a large sum of money. One of them finally spoke up after some silence. “Fine. Have a seat. (to the dealer) Deal him in.”

The game resumed awkwardly, each of the men excited eyeing the stacks of cash, which would surely be won easily in the hands of child. The dealer passed out cards to them, and they examined them, the poker faces held up well, and you couldn’t even see the kid’s face. “So I don’t suppose you gentlemen come here often? You look fairly acquainted with this game.” The kid started, egging on the conversation. “Yeah we’re here every night.” They couldn’t help but feel a little more suspicious, as the kid snickered at this remark. “I don’t suppose that’s just because of your affiliation.” The air grew tense, as them realized he was slowly taking apart their alibi. “What do you mean, affiliation, kid?”
“Don’t try and play dumb with me. Your boss runs quite a big syndicate around town. It would be a shame to not recognize feats such as his. If I didn’t recognize his underlings I’d be just as susceptible to his reign as every other unsuspecting person in the building.”
The three men froze, and their initial thoughts were that this kid was a mole, a spy for the cops or feds. One of them twitched as his found its way to a weapon holstered on his side.
“Please, don’t reach for your guns. That just makes this process all the more painful.” It wasn’t possible to see most of his face above his mouth, but you could tell he was serious.
The man sitting across the table from him finally upholstered the gun entirely. “Oh yeah? And who-“ In a flash of light, his fingers were removed from the palm of his hand, and the gun clattered to the table covered in blood and paired with severed fingers. The man clutched the hand in the opposite armpit to constrict the blood flow, but it wasn’t helping much as it stained his suit. The kid was standing on the table as this all went down, with a finely sharpened katana at the ready. “I asked you kindly.” The man to the right of him reached down for his firearm, and the kid swiftly kicked him in the elbow, breaking his arm in half. Both injured men were screaming, and the sight of what was going on sent bystanders running to safety.

The kid turned to the man who seemed to be smart enough not to draw a weapon on the already armed and somewhat terrifying child. “You seem to have some brains. More than those two.” He carefully brought the blade up to the man’s chin. “Tell me where I can find your boss, if you could be so kind.” Thinking it over in his head, the man hesitated slightly and the blade was pressed harder as a show of force.

“The penthouse suite, 23rd floor.”
“Much obliged.” The kid dashed, leaving behind quite a mess and making his way towards a way upstairs, only moments before the security arrived to investigate the activity. The man pointed the security thugs in the right direction, and went to tend his friends while they went after the kid.
Stepping into the elevator, the kid had a chance to relax before his big unveiling of sword to throat, and many thoughts rushed through his mind as he approached the higher floors. Then the classic action movie thing happened; the elevator stopped in its tracks just perfectly enough to trap him. They were hot on his trail and it was obvious. So the most befitting thing to do, was to take action just like the movies. He pushed open a latch on top of the machine, and climbed up on the inside of the elevator shaft now, peering into the darkness. Emergency lights peppered the walls, and it was barely bright enough to see in front of him. He grabbed a small flashlight, and looked around for some way to continue progressing. A red ladder was against the wall to his left, and he latched on to it quickly after putting the flashlight in his mouth. The lights in the elevator turned back on, and it began descending, the proper authorities had taken control of it in hopes of bringing it back down to the ground floor. He was way ahead of them now. Luckily there was an emergency door release just for such an occasion, and he was able to get onto the 13th floor at the least. But he certainly wasn’t out of the woods yet.
A musclebound brute stared him down from the end of the hallway, and he stood at the ready with his blade.

“Your little tirade ends her kid. I’ve been ordered to stop you here.” He bellowed at him, glaring menacingly.

“Cute, the big man must be shaking in his boots if he had to send an even bigger man to take care of me before I arrived.” He retorted.

“Watch your tongue kid, or you just might lose it. If you think that oversized knife can bring me down you’ve got another thing coming.”

Both of them glared each other down, sizing each other up before the inevitable.