Never Play Poker With A Government Hatchet Man
Title: Never Play Poker With A Government Hatchet Man
Author: TalliW
Characters: Stephen Hart, Nick Cutter, James Lester, Abby Maitland, Connor Temple
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to the wonderful Fredbassett for beta duty.
Summary: the team, poker and Lester with an agenda of his own
AN: Written for Cutters Lab, Fic challenge No. 23 (Nick, team, cardgame)
Lester sounded quite sure of himself, but he had to be bluffing. There was no way you could have so much luck in a row. Or was the bastard cheating?
Cutter eyed Lester's perfect pokerface critically, trying to gauge if the civil servant really did have the better cards. Then he decided it was too great a risk to raise the bet. He couldn't afford to loose his last scrape of clothing as well.
"I fold," he announced with a sigh of resignation.
Lester's right eyebrow lifted in a perfect imitation of a Vulkan and Cutter realised that he had been tricked. Fortuna hadn't been on Lester's side this time as the revealed cards proved.
Cutter groaned in annoyance. His lower-valued three of a kind would have outmatched Lester's higher-ranking pair of nines by a good deal. He would have won the game if he'd taken the chance.
"Ladies, gentleman, thank you. May I have my winnings please? As much as it pains me to leave you at this moment of triumph I have a dinner party to attend," Lester proclaimed.
There was a rustling of clothes as the four people piled up the rest of the possessions they had lost to the skillful poker player.
Lester surveyed the collection of goodies on the table and purposefully picked the mobiles, keys, wrist watches, Connor's ipod and Abby's bra out, and left the other trumpery on the table.
"I wish you all a nice weekend and I hope we see each other on Monday as lively as ever," he said with a flourish.
Stephen, Cutter, Abby and Connor were still scrambling back into their clothes as Lester locked the newly-installed security doors of the rec room and put up the shut down for maintenance sign. The technicians had assured him there was no way to get out of it from the inside. The room was soundproof and he had hopefully removed every item they might use for tempering with the electronic security system, or for ringing Jenny or anyone else for help.
In an hour the new variable air conditioner would start to lower the temperature steadily to a point where conserving body heat was mandatory for survival.
If everything went well he would have a well-performing team again on Monday. At the worst he would have to declare the four unfortunate victims of a faulty security system and got to hire a new team with people that were neither lovesick virgins or in denial of their feelings, nor had slept with Helen Cutter.
Very pleased with himself, James Lester walked through the swing door, his fingers still closed around Abby's black bra.
When he passed the soldiers on sentry duty he tossed the silky garment over to them, already thinking about a good way to repay his lady-love, Christine, for her inventive idea.
Author: TalliW
Characters: Stephen Hart, Nick Cutter, James Lester, Abby Maitland, Connor Temple
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Primeval is the property of Impossible Pictures. I write just for fun.
Acknowledgments: Thanks to the wonderful Fredbassett for beta duty.
Summary: the team, poker and Lester with an agenda of his own
AN: Written for Cutters Lab, Fic challenge No. 23 (Nick, team, cardgame)
Lester sounded quite sure of himself, but he had to be bluffing. There was no way you could have so much luck in a row. Or was the bastard cheating?
Cutter eyed Lester's perfect pokerface critically, trying to gauge if the civil servant really did have the better cards. Then he decided it was too great a risk to raise the bet. He couldn't afford to loose his last scrape of clothing as well.
"I fold," he announced with a sigh of resignation.
Lester's right eyebrow lifted in a perfect imitation of a Vulkan and Cutter realised that he had been tricked. Fortuna hadn't been on Lester's side this time as the revealed cards proved.
Cutter groaned in annoyance. His lower-valued three of a kind would have outmatched Lester's higher-ranking pair of nines by a good deal. He would have won the game if he'd taken the chance.
"Ladies, gentleman, thank you. May I have my winnings please? As much as it pains me to leave you at this moment of triumph I have a dinner party to attend," Lester proclaimed.
There was a rustling of clothes as the four people piled up the rest of the possessions they had lost to the skillful poker player.
Lester surveyed the collection of goodies on the table and purposefully picked the mobiles, keys, wrist watches, Connor's ipod and Abby's bra out, and left the other trumpery on the table.
"I wish you all a nice weekend and I hope we see each other on Monday as lively as ever," he said with a flourish.
Stephen, Cutter, Abby and Connor were still scrambling back into their clothes as Lester locked the newly-installed security doors of the rec room and put up the shut down for maintenance sign. The technicians had assured him there was no way to get out of it from the inside. The room was soundproof and he had hopefully removed every item they might use for tempering with the electronic security system, or for ringing Jenny or anyone else for help.
In an hour the new variable air conditioner would start to lower the temperature steadily to a point where conserving body heat was mandatory for survival.
If everything went well he would have a well-performing team again on Monday. At the worst he would have to declare the four unfortunate victims of a faulty security system and got to hire a new team with people that were neither lovesick virgins or in denial of their feelings, nor had slept with Helen Cutter.
Very pleased with himself, James Lester walked through the swing door, his fingers still closed around Abby's black bra.
When he passed the soldiers on sentry duty he tossed the silky garment over to them, already thinking about a good way to repay his lady-love, Christine, for her inventive idea.