[ WP ] A riot policeman and a rioter are hiding out during a moment of calm in the riots . Thanks to stray bullets outside , neither can leave safely .

*Down with the Government! * 
 
 *Down with the Government! * 
 
 The chants were loud, but were also tame in comparison to the events that occurred. In the middle of the Summer Square, two men were hiding on opposite sides of a large statue obscured by trees and bushes. The man on the left was draped in casual clothes, while holding a protest sign in his right hand. The man on the right, however, was geared in blue, having several anti-riot weaponry and tools hiding in his belt and various pockets. 
 
 The shouts from the outside were accompanied by the whizzing of stray bullets, far yet visibly from both men. Both of them knew that both sides were firing at each other, but it did not evolve into a full-on firefight. From their positions, they could easily take pot-shots at either side without fear of being fired back. 
 
 In that blissful moment, both men sighed in unison. 
 
 However, in that moment, they both realized they were not alone. Not taking any chances, the policeman took the initiative, and with swift steps, immediately aiming his standard handgun towards the figure. 
 
 The rioter had little to no time to react to this aggression. The moment he heard the steps, he tried to dash off further into the bush, but was stopped both by a stray bullet and the policeman in front of him. A second passed until a clicking sound broke the silence. 
 
 The barrel was aimed towards the young rioter. Like a saving grace, though, a stray bullet nearly hit the policeman's head if he did n't dodge, giving the rioter enough time to ready his own handgun, similar to the policeman's, except with an oddly patterned red coat over the handle. 
 
 Both of them were locked in a stalemate. Due to the tense pressure, neither of them wanted to shoot without warning in fear of mutually assured destruction. The policeman's hand was steady, but the rioter's hand was shaking. The distance between them was close enough that this nervousness would not even be a factor in whether or not the policeman was shot dead. 
 
 Several minutes passed in this stalemate. The area was completely silent, save for the occasional bullet or two. As time went on, the rioter's arm steadied slowly. They could see that in each other's eyes, there was a mutual understanding on how they would fight for what they stood for - what they believed in. While their motives may be different, their passion for their beliefs were one and the same. 
 
 On that day, at that time, two bullets were fired from that spot at the same time. 
 
 But only one body fell.
