Snake Eyes ⇒

The Secretary of Defense slumped forward. The arena erupted into chaos.

"It’s just business, Rick," Kevin replied, his hand moving toward his holster. "In this city, you either win or you lose. There’s no middle ground." Snake Eyes

"Big night, Kev," Rick shouted over the thunder of the arena. The Secretary of Defense slumped forward

He found his friend in the darkened halls beneath the arena, the weight of the night finally showing on Kevin's face. The Navy Commander wasn't just a guard; he was part of the plan. It was a setup involving a new defense satellite—a billion-dollar contract that required the Secretary to disappear. "In this city, you either win or you lose

Rick’s instincts kicked in. He wasn't thinking about justice; he was thinking about the angle. If he could solve this, he’d be the hero of Atlantic City. He’d be the man who saved the day, and maybe finally get that seat in the mayor's office he'd been eyeing for years.

Rick didn't draw his gun. He did something he hadn't done in years—he chose the truth over the angle. He triggered the arena's public address system, broadcasting Kevin's confession to the thousands of people still trapped inside.