Story Casino: A Super Villain Tale

Dedicated to @SoullessAngel_ This story is a short prelude to "The Marksman."


I can sense everything.

I can see cards being dealt to the players, I can hear the cards being shuffled right before the dealer passes them out thanks to my special ear pieces.

I can see every card that is dealt even though they are facing down with the help of my X-Ray contacts.

I am "The Super Villain" and tonight my team and I are going to rob the Trump Casino Las Vegas.

This all started a couple weeks back when one of my friends had a vision.

His name is Simon and he is a per-cognitive, in laymen terms he can see the future.

Simon worked exclusively for me throughout the years. His code name: Foresight

Foresight had a vision and in that vision Donald Trump won the election and after that everything goes south for the country. It was a bleak vision.

He was able to talk the team through his vision. He could see that if the Donald lost all his income from Las Vegas it would distract him enough so that he didn’t prepare for the debates and he got crushed by his opponent which would send him on a downward trajectory.

Losing the debate would doom his campaign and save our country.

In my bespoke gray suit, black dress shirt, I look like a corporate CEO except I’m not wearing a tie.

Wearing a highly sophisticated tailored bullet proof vest underneath the suit and of course my litany of technological weapons from force fields, Emp’s, and pulse cannon from a wrist launcher.

Outside the rain is pouring.

Foresight was half a block away at the Bellagio with the rest of my team.

I look out the window and see the moonlight glinting off the barrel of your brand new Barret 50. cal that you purchased from some black market arms dealers 4 months ago.

I wink through the window at @SoullessAngel_ knowing he can see me from half a block away from his hotel room at the Bellagio.

Soullness Angel is a mutant. He has the ability to hit anything he shoots. His eye hand coordination is insane. He once killed someone with a toothpick from 50 yards away.

People have asked me what being a Super Villain is like.

I’ve never been caught. I run my team like an Alpha team extension of my criminal enterprise. We train, lift, eat, and workout rigorously. Our planning is meticulous. We are a small tightly knit team.

I’m not really a bad guy, morally gray sure, motivated by money yes, and as you can imagine this is a heck of hobby.

Being “The Super Villain” is like being a Rock Star, actor, and NFL football player in one. People are constantly trying to guess my identity.

I have groupies. They track my team’s crimes and they spend hours reviewing grainy footage of us.

Ever heard of an honest job?

Well, my job isn't exactly honest either.

For most people, it's wearing a suit to work, jumping in the car, and heading to the office from nine till five.

You get home, the wife has fixed dinner, and you can relax. Simple.

My job is anything but simple.

My office is the world around you.

My car can do 225 miles an hour. It’s bullet proof and looks like an Formula 1 tank with mini guns.

My “work suit” the Exosuit designed to enhance my strength, make me faster, and armored with an array of technological innovations.

My briefcase the L120 Isolator Rail Gun Rifle.

I work odd hours.

When scoping out a target I'm on the clock 24 hours a day and my team and I travel around the world.

My secret identity is that I am the CEO of a privately held "financial planning & investing company."

So here we are.

Me against the future, saving the world.....again.

My team of Super Villain bad-asses against the world.

No one knows our identity.

You don't even know that we are here.

I glance down at my Rolex dive watch. Time to get to work.

5 hours from now we will rob the Trump Casino and change the future.