You lie still on the ground, eyes barely open, while the cops jimmy your cadillac's trunk and start tearing through it, looking for documents. A skinny CHP stands over you with a twelve gauge cradled in his arms. You can tell the whole mess of them are amped on crank, and Skinny looks like he's been skin popping and now is twitching for a fix.

"What're we gonna do with the punk?" a voice asks.

"Torture him, then kill him," a second voice replies. "Go over there and search him. Maybe he's got it on him."

You know what's going to happen, and that you have two choices:

1. Cap the skinny cop, go for his gun and shoot it out.

2. Cap one of the bastards and try to get away.

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