Morris and Rene successfully infiltrated the big private game with four tunas and four COIL agents who were hoping to beat these feebs and take the money. At the same time, Simon and Ana snuck into the basement and set all the money ON FIRE. Then we all walked out and walked away...
We will meet next week, presumably to play something other than SWING.
We found out more information about the big blackjack tournament that we figure is how they're laundering the money...probably. The finer details of this plan are still a little sketchy because we're not exactly sure how the money comes out the other side and gets back to COIL. We are pretty sure that the people bringing the money in shouldn't have it, and are probably patsies in the whole scheme.
Rene will be right in the middle of the fray because he's bought his way in, and now Morris may take someone else's place. But still, now do we tie all this together to take the scheme down?
We found out that the money was heading to Vegas and figured we needed Mamba to help track it further from there. We let her go, then found her at a crappy motel outside of town. From there we found out she's using various low-life debtors to move the money back into town, and there is some kind of tournament tomorrow.
Everyone has now met Mamba.
We used the information from the drug lords to find the mansion that we think COIL is working from. We decide to stake out the house *and* put out a camera. Simon and Ana spot someone in a truck loading up with a couple crates of money...looks like our Mamba!
After buying time we trail the truck to the airport, lie our way onto the plane to track the money, and confront the presumed Mamba. Maybe we've got the wrong person, but it may be someone else bringing a crapload of money from a corrupt mansion to the airport.
We set off to Jamaica on our next mission...to root out and stop a group of wealthy, power-hungry money launderers. We started to mingle and in the process of Simon acting like a rich, self-superior prick he and Ana were about to get jumped by some native Jamaicans who thought *they* were involved with COIL. Looks like his disguise was a little *too* good.
Under the premise of, "The enemy of my enemy is my friend", we are joining forces with one of the local drug lords to stop COIL.