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“Defeats you how?” Marcus growled, his hand resting on his sidearm.

For the first time, genuine panic flickered in the man’s eyes. He slowly, dramatically, unbuckled his belt and let his pants drop. He was wearing bright purple boxers with cartoon hotdogs on them. Lena did not laugh. She couldn’t. She was one win away.

Finally, a win. Lena smashed his scissors. The Referee frowned. He untied his sneakers, then his socks. “Fluke,” he muttered. Strip Rock-Paper-Scissors - Police Edition Vide...

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

“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.” “Defeats you how

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.

They arrived to find the mall’s main entrance chained shut, but a side door near the loading dock was ajar. Inside, the air was thick with dust and the ghostly smell of pretzel grease. Flashlights cut through the darkness, illuminating overturned kiosks and mannequins with missing limbs. Then they heard it—a rhythmic, almost hypnotic slap-slap-slap coming from the old arcade. He was wearing bright purple boxers with cartoon

But Lena knew, as she climbed into the patrol car and watched the ruined mall disappear in the rearview mirror, that somewhere out there, another lunatic was already building a game. And she’d have to be ready to play.