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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.

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. 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. Lena’s scissors blunted against his rock

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. The concrete was cold

Lena closed her eyes and threw .