Sergeant Evans with the Military Police Battalion was doing his typical patrol on one of the entry roads leading to the base that he's assigned to duty. It was a boring afternoon, until a motorcyclist just sped in front of him at almost 75 MPH when the speed limit is 35. He's surprised the guy didn't have a problem controlling his motorcycle on this gravel road.
He thought the guy must have been one of the guys from his base showing off on his way home. But the law is still the law, so he turned on his siren, and tried to catch up with the guy. After about a couple minutes of following him, he finally stopped.
Evans got out his patrol car and ordered the guy to step off his bike. The guy didn't move, he just sat there on his bike motionless, didn't turn around or anything.
Well that was weird, he thought. "I Repeat, please step off your big, and show me your hands".
Still nothing....so he pulled out his weapon and aimed it at the biker, and tried to report this encounter on his radio. But in split second, he heard fast footsteps coming towards him on the gravel road. He'd been so focused on the biker, that he didn't survey his surrounding. Before he could radio in, or check where the footsteps were coming from, he felt a cold metal against his head.
"Don't even think about it! Gimme your gun!"
He had no choice but to raise his hands and let whoever it was take his gun.
Fuck fuck fuck he thought!