Sfeer Ragard; charmer, card-shark, cheating ex...and convict. What was supposed to be a breezy fast-finger casino job turned into a sticky shoot out, and then an even stickier arrest. There was only one choice that made sense, once the interrogator pulled some rather damning sleeved aces out. Janti snitched, with the last little smoldering wisp of remorse ground out as firmly under her bootheel as a cigarette. Slimy little rat-fucker. Sfeer deserved every sol he spent rotting in some jail cell. He sold Janti out too, of course. Except that he had forgotten that while his two-facing and lies could be very convincing, they lacked a certain...inexorability. One Janti could, and did, happily apply to her jailers. There was nothing more satisfying than the look on Sfeer's face when he saw Janti being led out a free woman. Meanwhile, his own wrists got a pretty set of matching cuffs. Not that the man was a stranger to picking locks. Not on handcuffs, nor on cell doors...