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face that morning. “Alright...I'll call.” Brian watched as he counted out his chips.
     
    When the dealer said to flip their cards over Brain quickly flipped his card over, still looking into Daniel's eyes and said
     
    “You should fold, you're beat.”
     
    The dealer reached for the young man's cards to flip them over, but Daniel kept his hands on them so that he couldn’t.
     
    “Sir, I need to see those.” The dealer said while he still tried to retrieve the two cards.
     
    “No.” Daniel responded. “He's right, he's got me beat.” Without showing the two cards, he tossed them to the dead zone. Brain had to stop the dealer from looking at them with another suggestion; otherwise the man was still going to show them.
     
    Apparently.
     
    Brian wasn't sure they were allowed to do that, yet it looked like that was his intent. This made Brian sure the two of them were in cahoots. Why else would he try to violate house rules to see what Daniel threw away?
     
    A woman's sudden high pitched scream put an end to the next round. “It's a werewolf!”
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    The crowd was dispersing when Brian was finally able to make his way to where all the commotion had been coming from. The way had been blocked by more than one curious passerby. The scene itself was less than spectacular. Three security guards stood around one lone woman. Her dark curly hair hung around her shoulders in a mess. Brian supposed it was because of her constant need to fling it back over her head each time she wanted to emphasize a point in what she was saying.
     
    A quick glance around the entrance where they now stood showed no sign of the supposed missing werewolf. From what he could overhear as the three men questioned the young woman, Mary, at least that's what she said her name was, had been walking towards the casino through the front parking lot. Where, apparently she ran into a large figure hulking around by some service vans near the entrance. She said it was larger than any man she had ever seen. Its entire body was covered in thick black and gray fur, and its head was like a giant wolf, filled with fangs from the way she told it. The only reason Brian was able to hear any of it was because the poor woman was forced to repeat it over and over again as each guard kept asking her the same questions she already answered for the last one. He could see the fear and desperation in her eyes quickly becoming replaced with anger and frustration. Who can blame her? Brian thought.
     
    All too soon, one of the guards noticed Brian's eavesdropping and broke away from the other two, in an attempt to drive him away. Brian didn't resist, what would be the point? He already had all the
    information he needed, and he doubted the poor woman would have much more to share with the three stooges questioning her.
     
    Now the question that remained to be answered was what he was going to do about the werewolf. From what he could remember, werewolves were used as assassins by whatever group they were a part of. Brian would have loved to know more about that group, but there didn't seem to be a repository of information about them that he was aware of. That was if he didn't count his aunt. The less he saw of her the better, or at least that was what Brian preferred. If he had to, however, he would do whatever he needed to do, even if that was to ask his aunt. Until then he needed to get his hands on some silver, the sooner the better.
     
    Without the silver, he decided that checking the outside with the assassin still about was probably not the best idea right now. A quick walk to the nearest help desk gave him the answer he needed. A gift shop was in the building, but the clerk had no idea if they sold any silver there. She pointed the way and then made an off handed comment as he turned to go, something about “what does he needed it for, the werewolf?” He almost turned around to comment, but at the last second decided he didn't have time for it.
     
    It was a