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vanished immediately from Manny’s face as she cast a quick, frightened glance at Jacob. “What did you do?” she asked without thinking.
    “Nothing! At least not that I know of,” he answered, his response equally concerned as he glanced back at the lights in the mirror. “He’s probably just checking us out because of the temporary tag,” Jacob tried to reassure his date. “This may take a bit, but don’t worry, your house is right up here.”
    “You better pull over, right now,” she countered. “Isn’t that what they taught us in Driver’s Ed?”
    “It’s only a block or so,” he replied, glancing at the strobe of lights behind them. “He will understand. I mean it is so late; there are no other drivers on the road, and I am driving below the speed limit. We can safely park once we get to your house. That way, you can get to bed. Your mom and dad are probably still waiting up. We’re almost there anyway.”
    “I dunno, Jacob,” Manny argued.
    “Look. I already switched on the hazard lights and slowed down so he knows I am looking for a place to pull over. The officer will understand. You’ll see.”

    Another block passed before the little Honda switched off its emergency flashers and signaled its intent to stop.
    Pulling to the curb, Jim rolled up behind, switching on the spotlight, reaching for the door handle, and exiting the squad car as fast as his large frame could pour out the opening.
    He unsnapped the safety strap on his sidearm and then drew his flashlight, flipping on the beam and moving it to his off-pistol hand.
    All the while, he was stepping toward the Honda. Halfway, he started screaming at the top of his lungs, “Get out of the car! Get out of the car!”
    As expected, the driver hesitated, his sensory input completely overloaded by the sudden sequence of unexpected events. Even if the kid had anticipated the command, the officer didn’t give him enough time to respond. The harsh light, barking orders, and aggressive movements all served to freeze the human body while it’s brain tried to digest its environment. The tactic was implemented by design, a commonly used method with which law enforcement used to establish dominance over any suspect.
    Officially, as recorded by the dash cam, the citizen had not followed a legal order by a law enforcement officer. It didn’t matter that the command was humanly impossible to execute, and Jim now had reasonable cause to draw his service pistol.
    For a split second, Marwick pined for a body camera. The expression on the kid’s face, staring into the barrel of his Smith & Wesson .40 automatic, was a classic. It was a bouquet of uncertainty, confusion, and outright terror, sure to generate a good round of chuckles from his coworkers back at the station.
    Still yelling for the nearly-paralyzed driver to exit, Big Jim was a little disappointed when the door popped open, the young man having enough wherewithal to push the opening wider with his leg while his hands remained in the classic, “Don’t shoot” position.
    The kid managed to stand with his hands still in the air, evidence of his athletic abilities and coordination.
    Jim immediately changed his command and tempo, “Against the vehicle! Turn around! Get against the vehicle!” The staggered, contradicting orders were intentionally delivered in a way to confuse suspects and keep them from initiating any offensive action against the officer. That is exactly what was accomplished. The driver was bewildered, unable to decide which of the officer’s orders to follow.
    There was another factor in play, Marwick’s extensive years on the force providing the experience to set his first “tiger trap.”
    With the driver’s hands in the air, the motion of turning to face the car as ordered forced his elbow to swing in an arc as he spun. Marwick knew it was coming and stepped into it on purpose, jerking his head back at the last instant to avoid being brushed.
    On the squad’s video