Crawford scowled at the pair before him, concerned they were insufficient. A subtle lean back, a casual gesture made to display unconcern, and his eyes lifted to Schuldig's.
The German wore, as usual, an infuriating smirk. A sigh escaped Crawford, barely a breath but enough to encourage the opposition.
He'd Seen this unfolding several times prior to tonight, but an uncertainty of events at just this point thwarted his view of the outcome.
What exactly Schuldig would choose to do at this precise moment would change everything.
▀I call, the telepath declared, laying out his hand and displaying three jacks.