A bitter ex-jock sets up his hated brother’s laser tag group as targets for online thrill-seeking hunters playing for keeps. 

SYNOPSIS:

Laser tag parlors are playgrounds for weekend warriors of all ages. Kids learn to work in teams. Adults vent frustrations. Nobody gets hurt.

Supposedly.

From his first peewee football, Jason Battaglia was groomed for a multi-million dollar pro contract by his money-fixated parents. Weeks away from signing out of college a car wreck destroyed his golden arm. With no back-up plan and no marketable skills, he floundered through life until he parlayed his football talent into a laser tag championship and a gig as manager of his very own marginally prosperous laser tag parlor.

Existing without living, Jason was a quick bribe into supplying human prey for online high rollers getting their kicks by playing the most dangerous game without risk to themselves, using drones with full power lasers. A black market for organs took care of the evidence.

Until.

One too many homeless dregs as targets proved useless to his black market sellers. Under a deadline for an extremely lucrative client, if he can’t come up with a viable healthy corpse, he’ll be the next body on the slab.

Then.

His brother Russ, the one he blames for causing the accident and his downfall, lands in the parlor with a foursome. Jason sees his opportunity to score big and get revenge. He auctions off all four in a mad bid for cash and a chance to disappear.

But.

Russ isn’t an addled vagrant. Since losing his leg in the accident, he withdrew into video gaming, eventually becoming a programmer and champion laser tag player. When he realizes they’re locked in and the game is rigged, he works to convince his companions they’re in danger.

Except.

The games were his boss’ idea to evaluate Russ and his co-workers for a promotion and his competition thinks he’s setting them up. Russ forces Jason into coming after them himself, and the cat and mouse duel can only end with one of them dead.

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