He pointed the gun at him, then pulled the trigger.
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Mark dropped the knife, stumbled backwards, and fell.
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Chris put his gun up, then hurried over to where Abby was.
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Mark rolled around in the floor, holding his wrist.
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Chris gave Abby a quick hug, then went to let the cops in.
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Mark sat up against the wall. He glanced over at Chris and Abby.
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Abby was still knelt beside Robert, trying to wake him up.
One of the officers came into the bar, pointing a gun. "You're under arrest." He said, glancing at Mark.
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Mark glanced at the officer then back over at Chris and Abby.
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Chris glared at him, then pulled Abby to her feet. "I'll take you home."
The officer pulled Mark up, then cuffed his hands behind his back. "Come on. Lets go." -
Mark struggled. "NOOOO!!! not yet....I have to find out who killed Brianna. You people aren't doing your jobs. so I have to. Let...go!!!"
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The officer pushed him towards the door. "Let's go. Now."
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"NO!!!" Mark pulled away from him, staggered backwards and fell over the hand rail, , Landing awkwardly on his left arm.
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The officer hurried over to him. "Are you okay?"
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Mark tried to get up. "Am I ok? From the fall, yes, in general, no. you people didn't find my daughter's killers. You just gave up."
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The officer pulled him to his feet. "Explain it to the judge!"
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Mark winced. He struggled again. "I have to find the person who killed Bree. Your not doing your job. Let me go!!!"
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The officer opened the back door of the police car, then pushed him in. "And like I said, tell it to the judge!"
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"Can you atleast un-cuff me?"
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The officer shook his head. "No, I cannot."
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Grace gulps and she stands up shakingly. she puts the gun on the counter