Inside the arena, the crowd roared. It was the heavyweight title fight—the kind of night where legends were made or broken. Rick was in his element, shaking hands and flashing a badge that carried more weight than his paycheck ever did. He spotted Kevin Dunne, his old friend and a high-ranking Navy Commander, standing guard near the Secretary of Defense.
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. Snake Eyes
The Secretary of Defense slumped forward. The arena erupted into chaos. Inside the arena, the crowd roared
He spent the next three hours weaving through a web of lies. Every security camera told a different story, and every witness had a reason to keep their mouth shut. He found the woman in white, her dress now stained with someone else's blood. She was terrified, whispering about a conspiracy that went deeper than any crooked cop could imagine. He spotted Kevin Dunne, his old friend and
"You were my brother, Kev," Rick said, his voice unusually quiet.
The sirens of the state police filled the air. Kevin was led away in handcuffs, his eyes never meeting Rick's.
Rick nodded, but his attention was already drifting toward a woman in a white dress sitting ringside. She looked out of place—too calm, too elegant for the sweat and blood of a boxing ring. Before he could make a move, the bell rang.