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36. Handcuffed At Point Gun
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2025-06-14 18:01:24“Drop the gun.”
The firm voice came from behind. Close range.I didn’t move. Kept the Beretta steady in my grip. Finger on the trigger. Ready to shoot.“Last warning.”I tilted my head slightly. A peripheral scan told me there was nothing on either side. I could take him with a swift turn downwards and a quick shoot. There was no way I'd miss a target who stood only an arm's stretch away. It should be easy.Then I heard two steps. One left, one right. Silent until they broke formation, revealing themselves from my flanks. Black-clad. Armored. Suppressed carbines. Face coverings. Visors.Three total.Too close. No cover. No advantage.I exhaled once. Then complied. Lowered the Beretta to the floor and nudged it forward with my shoe. Hands up, palms out. Not a surrender. A pause.The one on my right advanced. Picked up the weapon. Dropped the mag, ejected the round in the chamber. Checked the slide. Tuc
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