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"Really, there's no reason to be so upset," you say nonchalantly. "I'm still getting my bearings, finding out what I missed, catching up with old friends, maybe even having a talk with the big man if I'm lucky..."

Tom Eighth's eyes turn on you very abruptly. How interesting.

"What'd you just say?"

"What, about the big man? Oh, sorry, I couldn't remember his name. Maybe it's Davey? Strapping fellow who signed up last year. Really been hoping to meet him, and now might just be my chance."

"Just get lost, Sixth," Lisa groans. "Don't have time for your nonsense right now. We've still got work to do."

Hmm. Well. She can tell you're bluffing, of course. But the other Tom's eyes already gave away plenty.

And while Lisa's good at hiding her intentions - damned good - she's not perfect. And you're better than most at catching the few flaws in her defenses. You've never won a game against her, no one has. But you've won bets she wasn't expecting to lose.

Right now, she's got her betting eyes on. She's in the middle of a big gamble. And she doesn't want you mixed up in it if it goes wrong.

Add in Eighth's reaction, and the conclusion is clear: it's a gamble involving the big man.

Which means, all in all, that this is far and away the juiciest lead you've gotten all night. You need to get in on this, one way or another.

So what's your next move?