Roy

Roy had everything taken from him. His wife, his kids, his home. He had to chase the rush; he doesn’t want to live dollar to dollar anymore. They’ll come back once he has completed his mission. His brother, Jon, doesn’t have anyone dependant on him. He has only ever had to look out for himself, which has come with a lot of recklessness but he wouldn’t hunt for the high with anyone else. 1:17 AM, security guard change over, Jon walks into the casino dressed as a dealer, takes an empty table and springs into action. He is the distraction; all Roy has to do is get into the back room whilst their attention is on Jon. It’s working, the security guards don’t recognise him, within seconds, the once empty table is swarmed. Roy rushes towards the staff-only door but it’s locked. No sweat, he can pick this. He scrambles through his bag to find his tools but freezes when he hears Jon’s voice. “Over there.” Roy doesn’t want to turn around. He already knows. He can feel Jon’s finger acting as the knife in his back. Roy flashes a piercing, betrayed look at Jon as the handcuff lock clicks.