An Eye for a Bullet
I can do it.
And you'll burn.
"Son," says Officer Tatcher, "we can do this the easy way, or the hard way."
Cyprus stands still for a moment before he moves. He reaches for his Sig, but the lady officer and one of the other officers are on him before he can move. I would never move that lamely. Cyprus would because he's weak. They handcuff him, the cuffs clicking and tightening.
"He's carrying a Sig, sir," says the lady officer. Her black hair is tied in a tight bun, and the nametag on her chest says Gomez.
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