“Dealer, I’d like to bet… a red chip. On 38.”

“Make that 61, dealer. It’s my lucky number.”

“Rockwell Hardness. I should have known you’d be here.”

All bets in! No more bets!

“That’s right, Shay Venbits, you should have. Agents like you and I have to be forever on our guard, especially in this new political climate. For example, I always carry an Uzi in my boot.”

“Oh, I could never wear a two foot long boot. It would be so unstylish with my collection of backless gowns. I prefer my Kai Shun Pro 3 piece flat set.”

“Say, that’s a corker of a strategy! If I recall from my MI-5 training, those knives are composed of carbon, chromium, cobalt, manganese, molybdenum, silicon, and vanadium! Just like that showgirl I spent the night with in that Costa Rican casino!”

“Yes, but unlike her, the Kai Shun Pro 3 piece flat set is sharp.”

“Why did we ever break up, Shay?”

“You blew up my car in Berlin.”

“Well, that wasn’t personal, you know.”

“I know, darling. But I’m not the forgiving type.”

Sixty One!

“There, you see? That’s why I call 61 the Rockwell Hardness number. Speaking of which, I should get yours.”

“Good bye, Rockwell. Maybe I’ll see you in Dubai.”

“Dubai? What do you know about… gone. But she left her Kai Shun Pro 3 piece flat set. A romantic Pakkawood handled gift? Or… a d-shape handled threat?”

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