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You decide that you're seriously outnumbered and decide to risk sneaking out to make a call. You don't think anyone notices you as you slip into another part of the aquarium to look for an office or a desk with a phone where you can summon help. They're all too busy watching the creatures in the tank rip each other to shreds. They're too busy calculating their earnings...or their losses.
You have to wind around and make a couple of turns before you finally find an office that's open. You hurry to the phone and have just gotten it up to your ear when you hear the frightening click of a pistol hammer being cocked back. You freeze, calmly lay the phone down again, and raise your hands.
"All we're trying to do here is have a little fun," Omaha says. "I don't understand what's wrong with that."
"You're under arrest," you say with your hands still in the air. "You have the right to remain silent."
Omaha laughs at you. "You're too much," he says. "Let's play a game of our own. The winner gets his freedom. You beat me, I'll let you cuff me without a fight. I win, you'll let us go about our business quietly. I'll be out of this town by sunrise."
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