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Well, his shift wasn’t over, but he’d ran out of things to do. This was like running the bistro on a slow day; loading trucks and pretending to be busy in the moments between shipments. It seemed even more ridiculous to have to pretend to be busy in the middle of a casino; flanked on all sides by machines beckoning for his money and people egging him on. Looking resigned for a moment only had the benefit of peeling Glitch off of him. “Thanks for being here. It means a lot that you did that.” He said, looking up at them with a weak grin. Normally he’d smoke and play solitaire with a deck of cards in one of his pockets, but then a surge of power came through the machines, seemingly undoing their tampering from earlier. Jonah stood up, and walked over to a slot machine. He sat down, trying to make his act a little more convincing. He fed a little fistful of coins into the slot, and pushed the garish, flashing button on the front. Three wheels, adorned with big sevens and pictures of various pokemon. He cranked the lever three times, stopping each wheel. nd0karoJ glitch maverick

All in all, the mission wasn't over yet, but it felt like a total bust. His plan to invigorate customers by making machines reset and give them a do-over would lead to a slower rise in the rate of profit than Glitch simply reducing win rates at specific machines. Furthermore, people were gonna start asking questions about the Manectric under the table. He sized up the attendant at the counter counting out his coins, and knew that in a heartbeat, there'd be a dozen officer Jenny types on his ass if he tried something. The least he could do was humor the other Rocket, who hadn't yet given up like him. "Yeah, babe. Dinner's on me." He said with a weak grin, patting one of Glitch's arms that wrapped around his shoulders. He pocketed the coins, and started to walk back towards the table he sat at initially. He pocketed the coins, and dug out a pokeball from another pocket on his jumpsuit. He pressed the button on the middle, calling his Manectric back inside. He then pocketed the ball, and sat down for a minute. Now, he just had to remember which machines were rigged to lose, and which ones weren't before he played. glitch maverick

With Stunner causing little mechanical errors with its constant low level static field, Jonah was free to address the jab made towards him. Unlike the stolen and trained Porygon, his Manectric laid down under the table and panted, gently pawing at the legs of the table. He'd raised this hound for quite some time. He winked, and shook his head a little, trying to look flustered. Jonah craned his neck a little, putting his face right by Glitch's ear, not unlike an older Italian kissing each side of someone's face. After all, they had to keep their act up. "Every day is covert work for me. The Rockets use the walk-in freezer of the bistro I work at for smuggling. I put a closed sign in the window so we can have meetings at the tables. I unload the truck. I'm gonna try to make this look more convincing." The nerve. He then stood from the table, and pulled a black denim wallet from his pocket. He hadn't gotten paid recently, so opening it was like in a cartoon; a loose smattering of coins at the bottom of the fold, and a fly coming out as he spread it. He pocketed his wallet and started walking towards the counter with a fistful of loose change, hoping to exchange that for some slot machine coins and win a rigged game himself. glitch maverick

He was completely out of his depth. Jonah was a smuggler, and even counting his civilian resumé, he was a line cook at a mob-owned restaurant. He wore a mustard-yellow boiler suit over his rocket uniform, completely unsuited to the warm, temperate climate of Slateport. He stood out like a sore thumb, and clearly belonged more in Mauville, working on power lines. His face was completely covered in sweat, and he breathed a sigh of relief as he entered the air conditioned casino. Seeing that the other rocket grunt was already working slots, he'd excuse himself to the video slots, and work a slightly more subtle grift. [break][break]

He let out his Manectric, and sat with it under the nearby table at his feet. The constant low-level static started to undo the rat-tail braid in the front-left corner of his hairline, and even affect the machines. A nearby participant's video poker machine short-circuited, and rebooted after a moment, giving them what appeared to be a free reroll. Factoring in house advantage, the invigorated customer would probably lose more over the course of the day. glitch maverick