T.A.P.

Can't win for losin'...As any gambler will tell you, luck runs hot and cold. For my many sins I've been forced to scrape a life out of poker games and side-jobs on the fringes of civil society. I thought I hit it big when I raked 50-grand off the table at a roadhouse in Texas. It is amazing what a win can cost you. Now, on the run from a drug cartel headed by an unstoppable juggernaut, pursued by a shape-shifting killer, and framed for attempted murder, I have to protect a girl with a bounty on her head.

You're back? And you want to know what happened next? Well okay then, pull up a chair, and I'll tell you what went down in Minot. Yes. North Dakota. That Minot. Just goes to show not all the strange is confined to the big city. We went up there looking for the missing daughter of a friend of mine, and wound up neck-deep in trouble when instead of the missing girl, we found a drug ring. And a mind-controlled cult. Ruse did something stupid, Cougs got jealous, Kahni caused trouble, I got arrested again, and by the end of it, half the town was gunning for my hide.

Coming out of the Dakotas with a little bit of extra scratch was more than I could have reasonably expected, given how much trouble we'd found ourselves in. Little did I know how much deeper the rabbit hole could go. When I was offered a job to hunt down and stop a group of flamboyant assassins, I immediately said what any self-respecting poker player would say: No. No way. Absolutely not. Are you out of your mind?