The footprints in the snow were fresh. They veered off the side of the road into the woods. I had to make a choice. Pursue the criminals or wait for help? It was now or never. I decided to go with the safe choice and call the police. After an eternity, they arrived, and I explained what had happened. The pit maneuver, the robbery, and the shootout, and I pointed out the footprints showing their escape route.
The police ended up calling for backup and a helicopter to search for the criminals within a 10-mile radius. “They couldn’t have gotten too far on foot. We’ll update you as soon as we have any information,” the officer assured me. “Of course, we’ll need you to come to the station for a few formalities. This is a serious case, so we’ll need you to verify a few things,” he said.
“Sure,” I replied. Before leaving, he asked me to get in my car and follow him to the station. I agreed and we drove off. About five minutes later, we reached a quiet town, where the cop led me to the police station. However, we didn’t stop there. I had a nagging feeling in my gut, like something was wrong, but I shrugged it off. After all, this was a cop, right? Eventually, we were completely out of town, still driving on a poorly-lit road that the forest seemed to surround.
Suddenly, the cop’s car stopped abruptly and I just barely avoided crashing into his car. I rolled down my window to shout at him. I couldn’t see the road in front of his car. A man emerged from the dimly-circling red and blue lights and before I could even wonder who he was, he took out a gun, a handgun, and shot three times at the cop’s car. Pop, pop, pop. I ducked down under my windshield, hoping he didn’t see me, completely forgetting about the fact that I was literally tailing the cop and I was in the middle of the road. Hiding in my car wasn’t going to work.
Then I remembered. I reached over and opened the glove compartment, slowly taking out my Glock-18 and pulling it to me. “If I die, I’m going down fighting,” I thought. I peeked out of the windshield to see what was going on. Then I heard a distinct click of metal on metal and knew I was screwed.
“Don’t move buddy, or I’ll guarantee you’ll never move again,” a gruff voice said. “Drop the gun, and get out of the car, slowly.” I had no choice but to comply. “Good. Now, hands up.” He started patting me down, probably checking for additional firearms. Too bad I didn’t have any.
“Look man, I dunno what’s going on—could you please just leave me alone? I swear I won’t snitch. Just don’t kill me!” I pleaded.
“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you—my boss will!” I heard him reply before I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head and everything turned black.
The police ended up calling for backup and a helicopter to search for the criminals within a 10-mile radius. “They couldn’t have gotten too far on foot. We’ll update you as soon as we have any information,” the officer assured me. “Of course, we’ll need you to come to the station for a few formalities. This is a serious case, so we’ll need you to verify a few things,” he said.
“Sure,” I replied. Before leaving, he asked me to get in my car and follow him to the station. I agreed and we drove off. About five minutes later, we reached a quiet town, where the cop led me to the police station. However, we didn’t stop there. I had a nagging feeling in my gut, like something was wrong, but I shrugged it off. After all, this was a cop, right? Eventually, we were completely out of town, still driving on a poorly-lit road that the forest seemed to surround.
Suddenly, the cop’s car stopped abruptly and I just barely avoided crashing into his car. I rolled down my window to shout at him. I couldn’t see the road in front of his car. A man emerged from the dimly-circling red and blue lights and before I could even wonder who he was, he took out a gun, a handgun, and shot three times at the cop’s car. Pop, pop, pop. I ducked down under my windshield, hoping he didn’t see me, completely forgetting about the fact that I was literally tailing the cop and I was in the middle of the road. Hiding in my car wasn’t going to work.
Then I remembered. I reached over and opened the glove compartment, slowly taking out my Glock-18 and pulling it to me. “If I die, I’m going down fighting,” I thought. I peeked out of the windshield to see what was going on. Then I heard a distinct click of metal on metal and knew I was screwed.
“Don’t move buddy, or I’ll guarantee you’ll never move again,” a gruff voice said. “Drop the gun, and get out of the car, slowly.” I had no choice but to comply. “Good. Now, hands up.” He started patting me down, probably checking for additional firearms. Too bad I didn’t have any.
“Look man, I dunno what’s going on—could you please just leave me alone? I swear I won’t snitch. Just don’t kill me!” I pleaded.
“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you—my boss will!” I heard him reply before I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head and everything turned black.
