The Car Park
You roll to your knees and look . With his head crushed against his shoulder, the cop
looks like he will never be needing that shiny black gun again. Your fingers are
electrified as they ease over the slick grip of the butt, the feeling is natural, as the gun it
slithers out of the holster to become a lethal extension of your own hand.
Run like hell
Make a stand
Are you ready to give up?