Drop The Gun

The room went cold. Phoebe felt the blood rush to her head as she looked at the gun in Marlin’s hand. It was no more a war of the tongue or the mind. Anticipated risks were considerably higher than ever before. She felt her heart in her throat as she swallowed hard afraid of what was going to happen next.

Seth did not flinch, and he stared right back into Marlin’s eyes. “You actually think this is going to make me quit?” Seth said it, his tone even and calm. They will say, ‘If you pull that trigger, everything you want will slip through your fingers.’ The authorities will be on you before you even leave the building. You’ll lose everything."

Marlin’s smirk flickered for a moment before it resumed again. "Ah, Seth. Always so noble. But do you really think that I do not have an evacuation strategy? You don’t really think that I have not considered all of the angles do you? The only thing that separates you and me is that you are not willing to go the extra mile. You? You are still tryin
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