Chet watched the game with hands gripping the stands tightly. He knew if the blue shooter got that ball in the opposite washbin that his savings were shot.
There’s 1 chance…
He raised his hood o’er his head, glancing all ways to see if anyone was looking @ him. Then he snuck a gun out o’ his jacket pocket & aimed it @ the shooter while still under the shade o’ his jacket flabs.
¡The blue shooter was hit! He collapsed on the shiny floor, covering it with shiny blood.
But in the process, the ball flung from his hand & landed in the washbin.
In the aftermath confusion, Chet snuck out to use the gun on himself.