Eyes: Snake

He pulled the dice from his pocket and tossed them into the ocean. They hit the water with a quiet splash, disappearing into the dark. For the first time in his life, Rick Santoro wasn't looking for the win. He was just looking for a way home. I. Joe ninja or a mystery?

Inside the arena, the crowd roared. It was the heavyweight title fight—the kind of night where legends were made or broken. Rick was in his element, shaking hands and flashing a badge that carried more weight than his paycheck ever did. He spotted Kevin Dunne, his old friend and a high-ranking Navy Commander, standing guard near the Secretary of Defense.

Kevin didn't smile. His eyes remained fixed on the crowd, scanning for threats. "Keep it tight, Rick. The Secretary's safety is the only thing that matters tonight." Snake Eyes

"Lock the doors!" Rick screamed, his voice cutting through the panic. "Nobody leaves until I say so!"

Rick nodded, but his attention was already drifting toward a woman in a white dress sitting ringside. She looked out of place—too calm, too elegant for the sweat and blood of a boxing ring. Before he could make a move, the bell rang. He pulled the dice from his pocket and

As Rick dug deeper, the evidence pointed toward the one person he trusted: Kevin.

Rick didn't draw his gun. He did something he hadn't done in years—he chose the truth over the angle. He triggered the arena's public address system, broadcasting Kevin's confession to the thousands of people still trapped inside. He was just looking for a way home

Rick’s instincts kicked in. He wasn't thinking about justice; he was thinking about the angle. If he could solve this, he’d be the hero of Atlantic City. He’d be the man who saved the day, and maybe finally get that seat in the mayor's office he'd been eyeing for years.