POV: Joseph
"Keep your hands where I can see them," Canyon's deep voice breaks the silence in the warehouse.
The dim lighting reminds me of when I was privileged to sit in on some police interrogations.
I glance back to see Canyon coming towards me. Slowly, I raise my hands and stare straight ahead. Minutes pass as I wait for Canyon's next move.
A burly foot soldier approaches me. He pats me down as if he's a police officer conducting a traffic stop arrest.
"Widen your legs," the foot soldier orders.
I follow orders.
The foot soldier moves behind me and pats me down. Then, he stops at my waist and asks, "What's this?"
"My gun," I tell him, "It's hot."
The foot soldier removes my gun with a laugh. "Calm down, bro. I'm not the cops."
As I watch him take the magazine clip out of my
