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In the Game

Allan Onik

    Dante stared down at the Los Angeles Sharks as they cleared a field goal. Art stood next to him in the bleachers, sipping a Bud.“I have a clean million on this one,” Art said, “and if I lose it...well, let’s just say I won’t be walking for a while.”
    “Are you in on this one with Pauli?”
    “Third party’s a bitch.”
    The Las Vegas Rollers answered the kick off with a 40-yard run. Art winced.
    “Did you ever think that if you played the game too long, you might never live to see it end?”
    “Crossed my mind. But I couldn’t picture myself doing anything else. I was born for this.”
    Troy sacked the Rollers’ QB by jumping over the line and flipping with a static slam. The crowd roared.
    “We’re just like the Romans in their Coliseum,” Art said, “No better. No worse. I could stretch the Time around my pinkie like a piece of spaghetti.”
    The Rollers’ RB broke through the line with the ball and sprinted toward the end zone. The crowd stood on their feet, blaring. The player collapsed at the 5-yard line and fumbled. The sniper in the flood lights packed up his Mk 11 SWS and extracted to his Escalade in the stadium parking garage.

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