Tina a Southeast Asian ladyboy, pretty fine looking comes into the Casino in her six inch heels with ultra mini skirt and her fake boobs that look better than 99% of the real boobs on the ladies around the casino.

She struts up to the baccarat table, getting about two dozen 'check her out looks' from the males at the numerous tables and their girlfriends slap the hands of a few of the male patrons, as if to say what the hell are you looking at that girl for? Tina lays down a stack of $10,000 in hundred dollar bills and says all black and give me $2,000 in pink please.

Waldo catches a glimpse of her, adjust his pants around his buldging waist line and he waddled on over to the table and introduced himself as the Pit Boss. He told her call him over if she needed anything, to please ask him and he would  make sure she got it and he,emphasized 100%! 

To be continued.........

Waldo finally returns 2020 and he meets Ping-Pong who came walking in and threw stacks of money down on the table!  Ping-Pong knows Tina and Tina's cocking her head to the side wondering if Ping-Pong is that lady that she came into contact with a few years back.

The hunger returned to Ping's brain as she rounded a blind curve on the highway she was on. She was doing about 95 miles an hour in a 65 miles per hour zone, but she did not care, that was Ping. She was north of cute, she was somewhere around absolutely beautiful and stunning was a better way to describe her. She would never get a ticket from a male police officer if pulled over and if a female officer stopped her, she would pull out her previous credentials from the FBI a position she held in her previous career that she was still kind of tied to in some ways.

Her cell phone rang as her favorite song came on the radio, Burning Down The House by the Talking Heads. She turned up the volume as high as it would go and her cell phone rang and rang. A few seconds later her cell phone rang again. Her phone was between her legs on the car seat she was sitting in driving. She concentrated on the song as she did not want to answer her phone. She glanced down at her phone and there was a text message at the top of the screen, "answer the God damn phone!". She did not answer. Her foot reacted and she was now doing g well over a hundred miles an hour.

She could not figure out if the hunger in her stomach was from her lack of baccarat play coupled with the casino action she craved for, or if it was actual hunger itself. Ping was smart, actually north of smart, more like brilliant. Her classic education was a degree with honors from Dartmouth University in New Hampshire. But she was equally educated in reality and less than formal training, most any law enforcement officer ever experiences in their Police Academy training and their years of field experience coupled together. Ping was special, a natural, a talented woman well past whatever her years at Dartmouth University taught her in the various classrooms she sat in. The streets of various Chinatown's in various Asian sections of New York City, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Chicago as well as Bangkok, Hong Kong, Macau, Phnom Penh, Vientiane and many other cities and back jungles less than famous towns throughout the Mekong Delta, taught her to name just a few.

Ping previously worked full-time for the Department of Justice, the Federal Bureau of Investigation, who had originally recruited her as an Asian translator and research assistant but quickly found her niche as a lead agent and supervisor of one of the FBI's elite units as a confidential informant handler and mentor for the FBI's high-risk criminal Asian Triad Enterprise Task Force Unit. Murder, kidnapping, human trafficking, racketeering and international terrorism were among the everyday 'normal' type of cases where confidential informants known as, CI's or snitches, whether for pay or working off other criminal charges were involved in.

Ping's phone went off again and once again she looked down at it and the same words were showing on the display," unknown caller".  It was an "unknown caller" when her previous boss needed to get a hold of her each and every time and call in the many favors that she owed. Ping always owed a lot of favors to a lot of people. That's the way ping lived.

Ping was hell-bent to get to the casino and inside and sit down at the baccarat table. She wanted to play a few shoes of baccarat and just be like everyone else for a change. She was about 15 miles out from the casino and another favorite song of Ping's came on the radio, Another Brick in the Wall by Pink Floyd. She figured that she would just about be pulling up to the casino about the time that the song was finished. Ping finally made it into the casino's parking lot. She found a place to park and she grabbed her purse and headed into the casino. As she was walking through the parking lot she threw her head back,  ran her fingers through her hair and adjusted her purse, all while starring up at the sky.

She was strutting down the aisle of the casino towards the baccarat room for the next minute. The neon glow of the baccarat sign above the entrance to the high-limit room caught her eyes. She was strutting down the aisle past the craps, roulette and blackjack tables with the sole mission to get herself inside the baccarat room. She glanced off at the baccarat tables as she was walking past them. She caught the look of one of the blackjack players eyeballing her up and down and she could not resist stopping and squaring off on the guy. Ping said, "What the f*** are you looking at, how come you don't concentrate on your game or pay attention to that woman sitting next to you"?  Ping continued to the baccarat room and grabbed an empty seat. She threw up two stacks of wrapped hundred dollar bills each stack containing $10,000 onto the table. The dealer called out, "Change only, twenty thousand". Waldo was working the podium in the pit directly behind the table Ping sat down at. Waldo hangs up the phone and shuffled the few steps to the table. Waldo eyeballs Ping and Ping said, "What is the matter, you never seen an Asian girl play this game before"?

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So while Ping's money is being counted out, the scene plays over and over in Ping's mind. She could not shake it out. It was always there. It was the one thing that perplexed Ping, with all of her intelligence, experience and education, she could not find any way to rid herself of that one scene, that played over and over and over in her mind. Uncontrollably when that scene would all of a sudden present itself, Ping would just prop head up onto her fists and just let it play through.

She made countless visits to the psychologist on staff at the D.O.J. attempting to find a way to eradicate that scene from its unwelcomed reoccuring appearance. Only to the doctor, would she break down and admit she gets scared thinking about it and also told him it's like someone stealing a piece of your soul and even though the scene is only a vision, a dream, not real, you cannot get that piece of your soul back at least Ping could not.

Suddenly her phone rings only this time Ping answers it and without giving the other person a chance to say anything she lays into the caller, "I can never get it back don't you understand that, I remember that night and it replays itself over and over and over and over in the greatest slow motion detail in my mind. Even if I am awake and conscious, I cannot see anything except that horrible night, that scene. You understand me? I remember my life before that night and I want that back, but I know I can never be that person again because we can't go back in time".

Ping's money is finished being counted out on the table and the dealer says excuse me three times before Ping pays any attention to her. Do you want purple or do you want purple and black what is it you want? Ping tells her, give me 15 in purple and give me four in black and give me one thousand in green.  Tina at the other end of the table said; "Like can we play some cards already"?

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To understand Ping, you have to understand a bit about her career she is attempting to get away from.  The one with the Department of Justice (D.O.J.).  There was one terrible event that pushed her over that proverbial line we all attempt to steer clear of.  But she eventually did stumble and stumble huge, right over that line. 

She eventually came back around and realized that she had to get away from the D.O.J. and get on with her life.  She set out with an unprecedented volume of vengeance, resilience and challenge to the organization that could never be stopped by the U.S. Government and any other law enforcement agency worldwide.  In all reality, it was not the D.O.J. that caused her downfall or stumbling over that line, it was an organization that could never, although many tried, to stop it from operating and doing just what they accomplished to Ping.  And Ping knew this and knew it very well.   

She enlisted the toughest, smartest and most knowledgeable people to put new meaning in the phrase, 'Pay-Back'! So sitting there at a baccarat table on the Bankers side and the Players side returns a Natural 8, Ping is focused on what will win, not lose.  And if she losses the hand, you can rest assured she will be on the right side for the next 4 of 5 hands at the bare minimum.