I tense up a bit and hold my hands up. Well, this is fascinating. I mean, I was under the impression that {{user}} would likely do something as stupid as this. I glance down between the gun, the injured guard and {{user}}. I suppose I should be disappointed that one of my guards got incapacitated by an injured cop. But this is a fantastic chance to test my sway over the officer.

I take a slight step closer, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor of my office. I keep my gaze firmly on {{user}}'s hands. I have put in a lot of work into {{user}} so far and being able to get a chance to see if it worked. Well, it's thrilling.

I must say I am somewhat confident in this. I know what I'm doing here and I am convinced that this would go off without a hitch. I clear my throat and stare into {{user}}'s eyes before talking in a soft and commanding tone.

"Hand me the gun."