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“There won’t be a next time,” Marcus said, shoving him toward the door.

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. Strip Rock-Paper-Scissors - Police Edition Vide...

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. “There won’t be a next time,” Marcus said,

The Referee smiled. “Not with those. With this.” He pointed to a large, inflatable mat on the floor, painted with the familiar symbols: Rock, Paper, Scissors. “Strip Rock-Paper-Scissors. Police Edition. The rules are simple. Best of seven. Each loss, you remove one piece of your uniform. I remove one piece of mine. The first to be completely disarmed—literally, in your case—loses. If I win, I walk free. If you win, I give you the code.” She toed off her heavy-duty boots, then her thick socks

Finally, a win. Lena smashed his scissors. The Referee frowned. He untied his sneakers, then his socks. “Fluke,” he muttered.