Simon Garrison has settled comfortably into the main office, sitting behind the warden's desk. A handful of the lesser knowns around the place are crowded in as well.
Two guards sit on either end of the desk in steel chairs. Each is sweating bullets, but neither is tied down. There are two police issue pistols lying on the desk, formerly held by the guards.
"Now gentlemen, you have a simple choice to make. Really, its just a variation on Russian roulette. One of those guns is loaded, the other is not. Grab the correct gun, and you have choices... you can try and shoot me... but if you fail, I will have you both cooked alive... there'll be a lot of starving people here come midnight. Or, you can try and shoot your fellow officer... whoever gets the loaded gun and puts a bullet into the other... walks out alive. I promise."
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