Jurgen smiled. He liked watching Eve thrash the drunks like they were moving in slow motion and she was on Hype. Now they had sixty credits, that was pretty good for ten or so minutes of "work". And then the automaton started talking to the guy who yelled "Fight!". It didn't take long for her to start tooting her own horn, promising all kinds of money to the people that bet on her. But the cyborg had seen enough movies to see where this was going. There was only one direction this really could go in, now. Eve was going to take a fall. He smiled to himself. This would be easy. He could safely make a decent bet, and win all kinds of money on the ridiculous odds that were going to be put out when the bookies found out how many people were betting on her. And then, when people went back to betting against her, he'd bet on her, and make even more money. Then it was just a matter of switching circuits so that no one got suspicious.

But the cyborg wanted to confirm this before he started anything, so he pulled the android aside, grabbing her hand and tugging the robot out the door so they could talk quietly in peace. "So what's the plan, here, why are you hyping yourself up? You're gunna take a fall, right?" Jurgen needed to know. Otherwise he needed her to cut that shit out. They were here to make money, not build a career. And if they were here to build a career, he needed to get another job...

((ugh... sorry...))