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I bent to place my gun on the floor and then stood facing her, my arms raised, a resigned expression on my face. The archive policewoman grimaced at me, half smiling, half embarrassed. “I think that’s very sensible,” the unarmed woman eventually said. I looked back at her dully. As soon as she had not backed off when I pointed my replica gun at her, I realised the game was up. I looked down ruefully at the files poking out of my hold-all, and mentally calculated how much I could have sold them for, to my contacts in organised crime.
The officer walked towards me, handcuffs already in her hand. “They are digitally alarmed,” she said, indicating the files, “and I thought that gun was probably fake.”
“Bully for you.” I muttered bitterly, suddenly angry with myself for surrendering so easily to a female. She was unperturbed and took hold of my wrist and drew it behind my back. “You’re under arrest, sir,” she told me gently as she handcuffed me.

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I bent to place my gun on the floor and then stood facing her, my arms raised, a resigned expression on my face. The archive policewoman grimaced at me, half smiling, half embarrassed. “I think that’s very sensible,” the unarmed woman eventually said. I looked back at her dully. As soon as she had not backed off when I pointed my replica gun at her, I realised the game was up. I looked down ruefully at the files poking out of my hold-all, and mentally calculated how much I could have sold them for, to my contacts in organised crime.
The officer walked towards me, handcuffs already in her hand. “They are digitally alarmed,” she said, indicating the files, “and I thought that gun was probably fake.”
“Bully for you.” I muttered bitterly, suddenly angry with myself for surrendering so easily to a female. She was unperturbed and took hold of my wrist and drew it behind my back. “You’re under arrest, sir,” she told me gently as she handcuffed me.