The cop sees the man with the backpack walk into the station. The man looks young. He’s bearded and vaguely Middle Eastern looking. The backpack makes the cop a little suspicious. He asks the man to step aside. It would be just a routine check. Just see the contents of the backpack and let him go. The man walks on ahead without stopping. His step quickens. Now the cop tells him once again to stop and step aside. The man pays no attention to the instructions and keeps on walking. The cop starts running after the man, all the while shouting for him to stop. He draws his gun. If the man is a terrorist, then he has to be ready for that. Finally, the cop shouts as loud as he can for the man to stop or else he’d be forced to shoot.
The man turns around, facing the cop. The cop trains his gun onto the man and asks him to remove his backpack and not move further. The man stares at the cop for half a minute or so. The cop sees a wire running down the front of the man as his hands move to his chest. The cop can’t wait any longer – what’s he supposed to do? Let a whole station full of people die in an explosion?
He fires two shots straight through the man’s heart like he’s been taught to do. He’s just following instructions. The man collapses and the hand at his chest unclenches. Only now does the cop notice the music player in the dead man’s hand. If the man hadn’t been wearing the cap, the cop would have seen the earphones; realized that the man couldn’t hear him. Damn the racial profiling.
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