Texas Hold'em

A few days after his battle with the Sentinel, a few miles into Michigan, and a few drinks into the night, Shata begins asking the other patrons if they'd heard of any unusual scientists in these parts. After bearing through many love-sick sob story's and being stared at by those to drunk to know his face was as it was, he came across a group of people playing Texas hold'em in the back of the bar.

"Mind dealing me in?" throwing the required $5 min wage on the table, there was no objections. Keeping a net loss/gain of -0- through out the game, he gradually worked his question into the conversation.

"Unusual scientist you say?" one of the men said, folding for the round "Well I had heard of this one fellow back in New York, heard he had strange abilities."

Another man, collecting the rounds pot and dealing the next hand, chimed in "Yea, I heard of him. I also heard he's dead now."

"Then I must thank you gentle-men, he may be dead, but a directions better then wandering aimlessly." Shata said folding and preparing to leave.

The eldest of the men reached up and grabbed Shata before he left, "Hold there, you don't appear to have any form of transportation, and New York is a bit more then a hop and a skip from here. Play one more round, I'll bet my GL650 Silverwing you cant last longer then me."

"Thank you sir, but I couldn't take your bike from you in good conscience."

"Boy, my hands are old with arthritis sunk into them, I couldn't ride it again safely. Besides, whats the matter, you cant out last an old man in a card game?"

Shata knowing there was no point in arguing agreed, and the last game of the night began. With the draw everybody seemed confidant with there hands and went all in, but with the flop, only Shata and the Old-man were left. In the end it appear everyone was bluffing and Shata won the bike and pot with a pair Ace high, beating the old-mans pair Queen High. Buying them all 2 more rounds of drinks, Shata saddles up and says thanks to the men one last time (who in response replied in unison "What're are you saying thanks for?! You won!").

Staying off the highway Shata begins his trek to New York.