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Light A Fire
It was a stand-off.
Their weapons trained on us.
Our weapons trained on them.
“Remove your helmets. Show us your faces,” the taller cop said.
“You show us yours,” Nathan said, as if for one second they were going to take their fingers off the trigger.
“The suspects are a man and woman,” said the shorter one. “We’re both men. Now drop your weapons.”
“We’re not dropping anything,” Nathan said. “Other than the two of you, if you don’t back the f**k off.”
“You talk kinda funny for a Mexican,” said the short one. “Kinda like you’re from Spain.”
“If you’re not the suspects,” the tall one said to me, “then let’s hear you talk.”
I cleared my throat and channelled my inner Barry White, putting on the deepest, manliest voice and the most convincing Mexican accent I could.
