[ Kim had been out doing some shopping - nothing exciting; a paperback novel he had seen for sale at a local bookstore and replenishing some household goods, like toilet paper and laundry detergent - when he heard the sound of screaming. It's an old policeman's instinct that has him hit the street running, firearm already in hand, toilet paper bouncing merrily from the bag slung over his arm. He outright flings the bag down as soon as he arrives on the scene, its contents spilling out onto the street below, and keeps his firearm clearly visible to whoever is causing the ruckus.
The ruckus which is, as it turns out, a grown woman stomping on a young man's hand, breaking it, and another two young men brandishing weapons. Frankly, he's not sure who he should be pointing his gun at in this situation, eyes darting between them and trying to take stock of what's going on. If he were thinking more carefully, he would walk away and wash his hands of it. As it is, he acts on instinct alone as he shouts: ] Stop this, all of you! What is going on here?!
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The ruckus which is, as it turns out, a grown woman stomping on a young man's hand, breaking it, and another two young men brandishing weapons. Frankly, he's not sure who he should be pointing his gun at in this situation, eyes darting between them and trying to take stock of what's going on. If he were thinking more carefully, he would walk away and wash his hands of it. As it is, he acts on instinct alone as he shouts: ] Stop this, all of you! What is going on here?!