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The Referee, now in cuffs, was led past them. He looked at Lena with something like respect. “You’re good,” he said. “But next time, I’m bringing the ‘Extended Edition’—best of fifteen.”

Later, as they waited for the wagon to take the Referee away, Marcus handed Lena a thermal blanket. She was shivering, still in her sports bra and pants, her gear in a pile.

Officer Lena Hayes had seen a lot in her five years on the force. Domestic disputes, high-speed chases, the occasional raccoon stuck in a vending machine. But nothing—absolutely nothing—prepared her for the call that crackled over the radio at 11:47 PM on a humid Tuesday.

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

This was the moment. Lena threw scissors. The Referee threw paper. She had him. But just as his fingers splayed, he jerked his hand—a last-second change. “No,” Marcus hissed. “That’s a foul.” But the Referee laughed. “I’m the house. I’m the referee. Scissors cuts paper. I lose.”

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

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.” The Referee, now in cuffs, was led past them

The final throw. The air in the arcade was suffocating. Marcus held his breath. Lena locked eyes with the Referee. He’s a pattern player, she realized. Rock, Paper, Scissors, Rock, Paper… he repeats every three. She’d seen him do it. Her last win had been Paper. His last throw had been Scissors. Which meant his next throw would be…

Rock.

“You okay, Hayes?” he asked.

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.

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 closed her eyes and threw .