Lucky Draw: Platinumwarrior vs. Vesigrae

Lindon walked down the bustling Las Vegas strip, his cybernetic eyes scanning the terraces for the Caesar. He was not a heavy Gambler, but he had heard rumor that a known criminal would be in the vicinity. Sebastian Bordeux, codenamed Platinumwarrior, was said to have swept Las Vegas' casinos for everything they had in the past week, assuming different disguises. The call to Lindon's agency deterred him from the search for the Orange Light, which was a good thing, in hindsight. As he passed a massive building, light music played from a parked Lambourghini, which caused Lindon to stop. He listened to the music before taking a left turn, his eyes falling on the massive sign to the Casino. The great thing about Las Vegas is that even at Midnight, it never sleeps. And they say it's New York. He thought to himself. He sauntered to the revolving doorway, slipping in to the place with only the slightest of glances. His bio-radar went crazy, the life-forms in the building all cascading into his cybernetic ports like water from a cracked dam. He blinked his normal eye and pushed the forms to his subconscious, focusing on one bio-signature. He walked over to the counter, handing over a massive sum of money, something near two-hundred thousands American dollars. As the money was exchanged, Lindon shifted his coat, the two adamantium kali sticks shifting to sit more comfortably on his back. He grabbed the money and walked over to the blackjack table, where Sebastian sat.

"Excuse me, I would like to get in." He spoke to the dealer, but kept his only visible eye, the human one, on Platinumwarrior.