Choice.

“You wanna join us?  Take the stupid gun!”  He yelled at him.  The gun was in his hand.  He had taken, but it wasn’t taking that the guy wanted it.  It was the act that came with taking.  He weighed the options in his hand.  Then he put it back, ducking for cover.  “Kill him!”

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