"Hands up!!!"
"Drop the gun!!"
"Put your hands up!!!"
Ethan's forehead creased.
He swiftly turned to face the pack of fully armed uniformed men.
It made him speechless and utterly confused.
His hands began to tremble and the gun he was gripping on so tight fell off before he knew it.
"Hands up!" He was yelled at again
Ethan abruptly held his hands up, high above his head.
His lips began to quiver.
The sight before him terrified him to the bones.
They all had their guns and rifles pointed straight at him, he had so many tiny red lights stationed on every part of his body.
Ethan understood well that this was a very dire moment. A slight movement and he could be gunned down to death.
But then what would his fate be after this?
Would he be jailed?
'I can't let that happen. I'm beyond being behind bars' Ethan thought to himself, a sly smile on his suddenly paled white face.
