Finally, a win. Lena smashed his scissors. The Referee frowned. He untied his sneakers, then his socks. “Fluke,” he muttered.
Lena closed her eyes and threw .
The man, who introduced himself as “The Referee,” didn’t brandish a weapon. He held a glowing, oversized tablet. On it was a countdown timer. Strip Rock-Paper-Scissors - Police Edition Vide...
She looked at the scoreboard, still flickering in the dark. “I’m never playing Rock-Paper-Scissors for fun again. Not even to decide who gets the last donut.” Finally, a win
Later, as they waited for the wagon to take the Referee away, Marcus handed Lena a thermal blanket. She was shivering, still in her sports bra and pants, her gear in a pile. He untied his sneakers, then his socks
“You okay, Hayes?” he asked.
The silence lasted a full three seconds. Then the disco ball flickered and died. The scoreboard flashed . The Referee let out a guttural scream, ripped the tablet from its stand, and typed a code. A magnetic lock clicked open in the back hallway. Marcus was already moving, tackling the man to the ground while Lena ran to find Officer Chen, who was alive, gagged, and staring at a small, harmless-looking firework display the Referee had rigged to look like explosives.