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You reach under the seat blindly, and fumble for your .44 Magnum revolver. It's not much, and you try to remember why you even have it back here, but your mind draws a blank. So do you.

There's probably no bullets in the gun, but you brandish it at the interloper anyway. Or maybe you're the interloper in this situation. God damn it. 

The officer looks away from the window, to his right. The ski mask moves like they're talking, but you can't hear them, as you're still inside the car. They turn towards back to you.

Your gun hand trembles.

They reach for the door handle.


- [[Switch off the safety on your gun.]]

- [[Reach for the door handle behind you.]]

- [[Do nothing. They probably don't want to harm you.]]



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