8-Ball The distinctive crack of pool balls hitting each other rang throughout the room. Bright fluorescent lights broke through the dense cigarette smoke, illuminating the space. At the corner pocket stood a casually dressed man. His name was Thomas Vega; on the outside, his demeanor was calm, suave. Yet inside, he was carefully reading the pool table in front of him, setting up the next move. Like a general planning his attack, Thomas choreographed his shots. It wasn't the fact that Mr. Vega loved pool; it was that he had a natural talent for the game. Angles and shots just presented themselves to him as if he and the table were connected by some sort of bond. Thomas angled himself into his stance and prepared for his shot. The game was Eight-Ball. It starts with the break of a triangle-shaped configuration of pool balls.