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gun on
the back of Andy's head. “No sudden movements.”
    “It's pretty
messed up to go around finding attractive males like myself and
trying to shove your hand down their pants,” Andy breathed.
    Blinding pain
knocked every color out of his eyes. All that was left was white.
There was a ringing that deafened him as he fell to the ground. His
hand shot up to his head and he felt blood trickling through the
broken skin. The police officer had just slammed the butt of his gun
into his head.
    “I've got a
suspect resisting arrest,” the officer said into the small
radio on his shoulder. “Backup is requested at the corner of
Elite and Marble.”
    Andy groaned and
clutched at his wound while the officer stepped over to him and
pointed his gun in his face.
    “Get up!”
he commanded.
    Fight or flight.
That's all that ran through Andy's mind at that movement. One
unfavorable movement, however, and Andy had no doubt that this
upholder of peace and justice would unload his magazine on him,
slaying him in the street for cutting him off in traffic. Then
cracking jokes. Seemed such a powerful insult to impotent jar heads,
Andy mused. Although he suspected something greater at play.
    He had his
three-eighty auto. Silenced. He could kill this man without him even
knowing. But then what? A dead police officer and half-finished
reports that describe him and the car he drove. The call for backup,
as well. If I really want to die, Andy concluded, I'll
cross this man again.
    “Get UP!”
the officer yelled.
    Andy managed his
way into a standing position and then put his hands down on the hood
of Steven's car like he was told. The officer was a little taken
aback by Andy's sudden obedience. He hesitated before searching the
assassin again. Once he started, it was a small matter of time before
he found the silenced pistol holstered on his shoulder.
    “Suspect is
armed,” the officer murmured into his radio. He removed the
pistol from Andy's holster and threw it into the street.
    “Hey,”
Andy started to protest, “I do have a license for that.”
    “I don't see
a license,” the officer retorted.
    “Of course
not,” Andy said, moving with the officer's nudges to turn
around. “See, you normally would ask for one and I would show
it to you. See, it's right here – ” Andy pulled out his
wallet.
    “Don't
fucking move!” the officer screamed at him. “You are
under arrest for hitting a police vehicle, resisting arrest, assault
of a police officer, and concealing an unlicensed firearm.” The
cop started handcuffing Andy.
    “Are you
serious?” Andy said, losing his cynical grasp of humor and
coming close to blinding psychotic anger.
    “Get in the
back,” the cop demanded as he drug him to the undamaged police
cruiser and opened the door.
    Andy obeyed, but
before the door closed, said, “I hope you die painfully and
unnaturally.”
    A kick to the head.
Elegant practice of the law.
    “Do you need
any help making your stupid fake wounds look real?” Andy called
from inside the car once he recovered. “I'd love to help! I'll
beat your ass to death!”
    A second police car
pulled up and the arresting officer and his backup talked together
for a moment. The corrupt mustachio chatted on and on while the other
officer listened patiently, nodding. They both seemed to come to some
sort of mutual agreement and Andy's least favorite cop in the world
climbed into the driver's seat. Neither of them spoke to each other
as the car flared up and drove them down to the Lumnin Police
Department, further up Elite Street.
    He was pulled from
the back of the vehicle and led in through the offices until he was
placed in a small interrogation room with an Asian officer in round
glasses. The arresting officer closed the door behind him and leaned
up against the wall.
    “Andy Winter,
is that right?” the Asian officer asked him.
    “No,”
Andy replied. “It's Summers. Where did you get Winter from?”
    “Can I see
his ID?” the