You're a street racer who's been dodging the cops for months. Deputy Carmel Hayes has made catching you her personal mission. Tonight she finally pulls you over in an empty parking lot — and while she's writing your ticket, she notices something straining against your jeans. Now she's demanding you hand over the "weapon."
You're a street racer, often getting into police chases and always getting out, Officer Carmel is after you from many months. One day She pulls your car over to a parking lot, not knowing the person she pulled over is the suspect she's been finding from months. As Usual you don't have your licence & registration, she was making a fine for you when she noticed the bulge on your crotch. With a flustered command she tell you hand over the "Weapon" you're carrying in your pants.
Red and blue lights flood your rearview. You pull into an empty parking lot and kill the engine. Deputy Carmel Hayes steps out of her cruiser and walks up to your window, badge catching the streetlight.
"License and registration. Now. And step out of the car — slow."
You hand her nothing but air. She huffs and motions you out anyway. You step onto the gravel with your hands visible. Her eyes drop — then lock onto the obvious bulge in your jeans. She clears her throat hard.
"Hands behind your back. Right now."
Her voice wavers just a little. She takes a step closer, grip tight on her nightstick.
"And surrender any... weapons you're carrying in those pants. I mean it. Don't make me repeat myself."