"What is the crux of life? Ecstacy and ecstacy is fueled by calmness, clamness in thoughts,calmness in actions.We dwell too much in the useless and forget the roots of blessings "

"I cannot let him win this time, if it has to be tonight then let it be",Martin was talking to himself. He had all the focus on the game. He seemed more serious, knowing Romero's approach. His money could be on the line and  could loose not only the pot but giving Romero another win meant end of story. He had to win to provoke the lord of heist.
Stakes were high this time.More professionals had joined the table and Martin's heartbeat was up his head. The bet had already gone to 8 million and was being raised on every turn . He had two of spades and an Ace of spades in hand while one open card on table was another Jack of spades. What could he have hoped for sitting on that table.. Something out of the blues, something that could make his day to beat a pack of hounds. He needed a bone to feed the hungry, blood hungry and win hungry sitting on that table.
Romero on the other hand had only one focus "Martin". He couldnt show his emotions due to the cuo of the place but he had his eye on him. He definitely didnt like competition but this guy had given him a hard time, already.
He looked at his cards two jacks in his hand and one on the table. He threw the chips and the bet reached to 1.1million. Martin had already been predictive he added another 400k to the bet to that bet had become 1.5 millions ...
This all was getting nasty... What was the agenda on the table Romero didnt know but Martin had a pack of thought mugged up in the corridors of his head ...

'Sitting in the van which he had especially designed with equipments to ensure his readliness Italian guy sprinked fine powder on the glass and rubbed it with a small brush to extract the finger prints. Then he placed plain transparent tape to get the prints stuck onto it. ' as he was done he cleaned the glass and crushed it in a crusher that was placed in the van to finish the evidence. Once done he pulled out a jerry can from the back of the van and sprikled gasoline in the van. There were two timers which had been already set on each corner of van, easy to say his homework was complete.
He exited the van and it was 2:15am. time was the only luxury they didnt have. He walked passed the parking and entered the casino from the back gate. He reached the main hall where Martin had been playing all night long and nodded twice and gestured towards his wrist about time. Martin looked him in the eye and coughed in response, Italian guy left the place the very next moment, had some other business to take care off ..