I Ain't Done Yet

Another Job

*A week later*

It has been seven days since I won that race in the Viper and I had won $2,000 but I still need a good $5,000 more and I have no where to turn to except racing again. But my Trans Am is still in the shop and I'm not going to race the 302.

I'm in the Little Darlings Strip Club in North Las Vegas. I find myself in leaning onto the rail that divides people from the dancers, but I'm not really even paying attention to the topless women trying to support their drug infested lives. I'm lost, deep in thought about how I'm going to get the remaining $5,000.

Just then my still shattered phone vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out and the broken screen reads, "Uncle Lenny". Sliding the 'Answer' key, I put the phone up to my ear.

"Hello?" I say, staring at the back wall, past the topless blonde poll dancer.

"Hey, I need to ask you to do me a fav-. Wait... Are you in a strip club?" he asks suspiciously.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah I am. Why?" I reply, not caring one bit.

"What the hell are you doing in a strip club? You should be racing, like you were last week?"

"I know- Wait? How did you find out about that?" I ask amazed and confused.

"When your GPS signal reads your going close to 180mph, you're near a local hotspot and you get a 'random' two grand deposited in your checking account, that kinda led to suspicion" he says, full of himself.

"Holy shit" I say amazed that he can so all that.

"But anyways, I need you to do a favor for me"

"What is it this time, Len?"

"So the owner of Caesar's Palace owes me fifty k's because of some stock market fixing I did. He won't pay me back because he claims that he "had nothing to do with it" and he just happened to put thousands of dollars
in some Chinese stock. Fuck him. He contacted me specifically, promised me 50k if I fixed it for him" Lenny fumes.

"Hey, hey, hey calm down. Are you sure he promised you, fifty grand?"

"YES, YOU DICK HEAD!!!" Lenny screams in my ear. "Now fucking listen, he's going to be in his suite at the top of the North Tower this evening at 5:30" I look at the phone clock and it reads 4:18. "Now don't kill him, I just need the $50,000. You got it?"

"Yeah I got it" I say and I start walking out the front door to the 302.

"Oh wait!" Lenny calls, "There are two body guards at his door!"

"I got it" I reassure him and hang up the phone.

"Have a nice evening, Mr. Cullet" the bodyguard says as I step out the door and to the 302.

"Thank you, Jamison" say and open the drivers door. Sliding into the seat, I depress the clutch and brake and start the engine up, roaring at over 5,000rpm. I shift into 1st and head off towards Caesar's Palace, to go make myself some cash.

*****
At Caesar's
*****

I pull off of Las Vegas Blvd. and drive through the valet awning and into a 20-minute limit parking space. After cutting the engine, I step out into the blazing Vegas heat an shut the door door behind me. I'm wearing a black suit with the jacket and I'm holding a brown leather briefcase so I look like a businessman. I lock the doors to the 302 and start walking to the front entryway to the famous Caesar's Palace.

In the front of the Resort are a few huge fountains inspired by the Roman Empire, there are statues of Roman soldiers and Greek mythology. On the North side of the North Tower is the Resorts event center; The Colusium. But I do notice a huge airbag on the ground used for jumping off the building for an entertainment. The airbag is just East of the North Tower.