:Dayman took a seat at a blackjack table.  Seven, an associate, sat at a table across from his.   They played hand after hand, each quickly doubling and tripling their money by tipping each other off to the dealer’s hand.   A few more associates, John-Bonventre and Vito_Scaletta, provided a human shield so that Hunter could crawl behind a row of machines:

:In time, the pit boss started to catch on to Dayman’s scheme.  He must have recognized Dayman, though, because, instead of simply having his ass beaten, he approached him in order to calmly ask him to leave:

“Excuse me, sir, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave.  You and your…friend across the way.” 

:But Dayman was having no part of it:

“Oh, what’s that, tough guy?  You want me to leave?  Why?  Because I’m too well-dressed?  Because I’ve come to your casino with too much money?  Or is it just my luck—you don’t like winners, do you?”

:Just then, someone won the jackpot at a nearby slot machine, and the screeching siren made the pit boss jump.  He nervously motioned to security before continuing:

“I assure you, sir, we appreciate your reputation.  Please repay us in kind, and kindly leave without incident.”  The two large security guards reached Dayman, standing just over either shoulder.

:Another jackpot siren screeched from the same section as the first.  The pit boss looked confused as he watched two other pit bosses and several members of security rushing toward that area:

:Dayman sat without moving for several seconds before suddenly flailing backwards, wrapping his biceps around both security guards’ necks and pulling them to the ground.  He quickly sprung back to his feet, running to join Seven behind a table, tipping it over for use as a barricade.  Chips were spilled everywhere, and gamblers, torn between their desire to flee and their desire for free money, flocked towards the area.  It took all of his self-control to remember his boss’s words and to keep himself from firing out at security from behind their hiding spot.  We want action, not death, he told himself:

:The other three associates who had worked together to rig the slot machines were now in a similar struggle with security.  John-bonventre and VitoScaletta were running in circles, leaping over tables, laughing to each other as they watched security stumble and fall in pursuit, while Hunter confounded them with a flailing dance.  Dayman smiled and pulled another table over to fortify their position: