‘Stay down!’
The cop pushed me behind the “Queen Fighters XIV” machine while
the bullets flew.
“The hell is happening?” I shouted over the din.
“Gang dispute… Back up is on its-“
Right at that moment, a bullet slammed into the cop’s
shoulder. He spun around and slammed back first into the “Soccer Football
Extreme” cabinet.
“How do I…” I tried to speak, lamely. Slowly, he handed me
his gun.
“I saw you on that gun game over there… You can do it, kid.”
I took a breath and prepared to shoot.
Turns out light gun skills don’t mean jack…
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