Strip Rock-paper-scissors - Police - Edition Vide...

Lena’s paper flattened his rock. Another win. The scoreboard now read 3-2. The Referee’s smile twitched. He unbuttoned his bowling shirt. Underneath was a second t-shirt, this one reading “I’m with Stupid.” He pulled that off too, revealing a pale, wiry torso. Lena now wore only her sports bra and tactical pants. Marcus was breathing like a caged bull.

His scissors cut her paper. A soft, mocking snip-snip sound escaped his lips. Lena felt a flash of rage. She unbuttoned her tactical vest and let it fall. Then her polo shirt. She stood in a plain gray sports bra, her arms crossed. Marcus looked away, not out of prudishness, but out of a pure, protective fury.

Lena closed her eyes and threw .

Lena wanted to laugh. She wanted to call for backup, a negotiator, anyone. But Marcus held up a hand. “He’s wired the back room with something,” Marcus whispered, his jaw tight. “I see det-cord. If we rush him, Chen dies.”

Lena’s scissors blunted against his rock. A bead of sweat rolled down her temple. She toed off her heavy-duty boots, then her thick socks. The concrete was cold. “Two down,” the Referee said, peeling off his lab coat. Underneath, he wore a neon-green bowling shirt.

Lena and her partner, Detective Marcus Thorne, a twenty-year veteran with a granite jaw and a coffee addiction, exchanged a glance. The Meridian Mall had been abandoned for three years, ever since the roof collapsed in the food court. It was a haven for squatters, teenagers, and, apparently, the clinically insane.

“Officers,” he said, his voice unnervingly calm. “Welcome to the final level. Your partner, Officer Chen, is in the back room. He’s safe. For now. The door is biometric. It only opens when I input a code. And I will only input that code when one of you defeats me.”