It wasn't supposed to end like this, Michael thought, as the gun wavered in the man's hand before him. Not again, anyway...
He held out a hand. "Give me the gun. You don't want to do this."
The gunman backed up a step, eyebrow twitching. His tongue darted nervously between his dry lips. "I can't go back to prison, man."
Michael kept his eyes level,
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