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Thorne had no gun. No time. No plan.

The first bullet hit his left arm. Second health bar. He didn't fall. The second bullet hit his vest, cracking a rib. He stumbled, but stayed upright. The third bullet—he saw it coming, a spinning brass demon aimed directly at the President’s exposed head.

Thorne felt a hot sting across his ribs. First health bar gone. He grunted, fired twice more, and the fourth man crumpled. mr president unblocked game

“New update, sir,” Thorne said, nodding at the screen.

He launched himself forward, a final, desperate lunge. The bullet meant for the President’s skull tore through Thorne’s right thigh instead. He crashed to the floor, a heap of blood and Kevlar. Thorne had no gun

President Cole looked at the tablet, then at the reinforced steel door that was beginning to glow orange at the hinges. “Marcus,” he said, his voice surprisingly calm. “They want me. Negotiate.”

He was standing beside him, firing back. The first bullet hit his left arm

He threw himself sideways, shoving the President into a reinforced corner. The real-world physics were brutal—his shoulder screamed in protest. But in his mind, he was already playing the game.