Roman stood in position waiting for two words…
"Now… ACTION!"
Roman reacted to the script he'd read five minutes ago; He tugged the frightened female lead behind him and gazed frenetically at the masked thugs with a revolver clutching tight around his bleeding palm.
Like most of his roles; the ever-charming prince saving maidens in distress.
The thugs had pistols pointed at him, and he didn't bother to give the guns a second glance knowing they were artificial guns. Customized guns were used for full-proved safety, but sometimes actual guns without bullets were utilized. Real guns pass through security surveillance before use.
