Getting her attention

Yesterday, Rei had cheated his way to the point where he was going to break the house. The replacement dealer had palmed four cards specifically designed to sucker Rei into betting money that he would lose for sure. Luckily, Rome not only knew that the dealer had cheated, she even knew the cards that had been placed on the top of the deck. Rei bet all of his money that he could name the next four cards. He got the first three correct. Now it was time for the dealer to turn over the final card and for Rei to win a boatload of Deucats:

     Rei reached into his sack of Deucats and dumped the rest on the table.
     “Rei!” Rome suddenly interrupted. “He’s going to take two cards. It won’t be the king.”
     “Right,” Rei answered. Then out loud, he said, “Stop right there and get your hands away from the deck. Get somebody else to turn the card.”
     “No,” the dealer said. “That’s not the deal.” The crowd’s agitation was palpable.
     “Yes it is,” Rei insisted. “I said the next four cards. You already palmed four cards and now you’re going to lift two. If you won’t get somebody else, I’m going to turn the last card over myself.”
     “You can’t do that,” the dealer said. He reached down beneath the table and drew out a weapon. He placed the plasma blaster on the table. “House rules,” he said. “I say how this goes down.” The crowd murmured and quickly moved back, clearing out a wide buffer between themselves and Rei, Rome and Bonnie.
     Rei touched his temple and suddenly, with a whoosh and a pop, MINIMCOM’s livetar appeared. But this livetar was much larger than normal. It was nearly eight feet tall and appropriately proportioned. Across one of the livetar’s arms was a hybrid rifle. The barrel and stock looked normal but the end looked more like a shower head. The business end, the one that resembled a shower head, was studded with little tips that glowed bright red.
     “You think you can threaten me?” Rei said angrily, standing up. “You can shoot me. You can probably kill me. But you can’t kill him,” Rei said, jerking his thumb toward MINIMCOM. “He isn’t even alive. Tell him what you got there, buddy.”
     “This is a PPT blunderbuss,” MINIMCOM said. “It will puncture you with thousands of tiny holes. You will not die right away but you will die as sure as there are stars in the sky. And I am told it is a very painful death.”
     The dealer’s eyes grew wide. Rei took advantage of his frozen reactions and said, “King.” He reached forward and flipped the card over and it was, indeed, a king of clubs. From a distance, the crowd went crazy.
     The dealer leaped up and in so doing, knocked his chair over backwards.
     “Pay me,” Rei said, pointing to the pile of chips and money on the table. The dealer turned back and stared up at the tinted windows in the back helplessly. There was a discernible motion. The Essessoni dealer turned back and said, “The owner would like to see you, first, if you don’t mind.”

Ah! Mission accomplished. Now Rei was going to get a meeting with the owners and if he is really lucky, access to the security footage. But wait until you see how the owner fits into the whole picture.