Ever since Telinoss had fled to America from his native home in Saudi Arabia, he had discovered the art of gambling and had quickly developed an unhealthy addiction to it. While it was true that gambling was the only thing that truly got Telinoss's mind off his brutal, conflict-ridden past in Saudi Arabia, he was in over his head and in debt to countless in Las Vegas. Even so, night after night, Telinoss gambled. He had even been appointed a poker dealer by the casino.

     "Come on people, the bigger the pot, the bigger the net! Come on now, don't hold back... throw in some more chips," Telinoss said, throwing in five chips.

     The pot reached 12,000. "Okay, is that everyone? Show 'em... Ooh, a pair... flush... three of a kind. Not bad, not bad... Okay, my turn. Lemme see here... The flush is winning, but... that's too bad!" He brandished his hand for all to see. "How's about a four of a kind? Thank you for all your money."

     Shortly after collecting his chips, Telinoss glanced at the clock and realized that his break had just begun. He got up and went to a slot machine, inserted a coin, and pulled. Triple bar... triple bar... triple bar! Jackpot!

     "Yeehah! 5,000 quarters! I'm winnin' big!" Telinoss shouted in ecstasy.

     Immediately, he paid off his friend Alberto Ronaldo, who happened to be nearby, with his debt of $1,000. A little more debt-free and over the moon! Telinoss thought.

     Suddenly, as if someone had grabbed him from high above and yanked him to the ground, two police officers approached him and cornered him.

     "You're under arrest for selling illegal prostitute stocks," one said quickly, before Telinoss could even open his mouth.

     "What the..." Telinoss yelled in alarm.

     "Don't play dumb," the second officer replied sharply. "You're John Jaconson, right?"

     "Fuck no," Telinoss said, his anger building. "I'm Telinoss Cortese. Unhand me, you pigs."

     The cops, used to this, paid no mind. "Ah, you're Cortese, eh?" the first said. "We'll have to arrest Jaconson later."

     "But," the other interrupted, "you're under arrest, Mr. Cortese, for cheating other people out of thousands here in this casino and using a false ID for unethical purposes."

    "Eh -" Telinoss began, but was speechless at the sudden very true accusation.