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The three men woke up in a white room each handcuffed to a table. As they cleared the grogginess from their eyes they noticed the gun lying on that table.

“Good morning!” a speaker blared. “It’s very simple. There you sit. A medic, a cook, and a hitman. To live, decipher who the hitman is. The chains will release when he is dead, or he kills you. Let’s see what happens!”

The recording abruptly stopped followed by silence. There was a loud scramble as all three reached for the gun. One snapping it up and pointing it at the other two. The three men freeze, and silence falls over them again.

"Well we know he's not the killer." smirked one of the unarmed men.

“How can you be so sure?” said the other.

"If he were, we'd be dead now," he replied.

“I'm the cook.” said the man with the gun. “Now who are you two?”

One yells out pointing to the other, “He’s the killer! I'm the medic. Quick! Shoot him!”

“Wait cook!” the other says. “He's lying! I'm the medic! Shoot him and let’s get out of here!”

“Shut up!” the cook screams, silencing the argument.

The three are quiet again for a moment then in a flash the cook fires the pistol. One man slides as far as his chains will allow and slumps over blood dripping from his head. The chains make an electric clink and fall to the ground.

“How did you know?” the medic said gasping in awe. “How did you know he was the killer?”

“I didn't.”

“What do you mean?” the medic asked.

“He reached for the gun first. Had fast reflexes. He must be trained. But he wasn't the killer.” the cook replied.

“What? I’m lost. What the hell are you talking about?” the medic asked confused.

“The recording said to kill the hitman. A hitman does it for money. Killers are different. Killers kill for… well… fun.” the cook laughed raising the gun.

“Wait! What are you doing?” the medic begged “You said you were the cook!”

“I am the cook,” he said with a grin. “And don’t worry. I won’t let any piece of you two go to waste.”

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