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you’re right.
    “No, everything went smoothly,” I say, smiling to myself.
    I’m halfway across the Plaza, approaching the crossing at Polk Street, when I hear shouting behind me. I turn around and see FBI agents appearing from seemingly nowhere and everywhere, swarming toward me.
    What the…?
    They converge in front of me, falling into a trained formation and completely surrounding me. There are nine agents in total, all armed with either a Remington 870 shotgun or a Heckler and Koch MP5 submachine gun. One agent appears in the middle of them, approaching me and holding his badge out in front of me.
    “Freeze! FBI!” he yells.
     

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    “DON’T MOVE!” SHOUTS another.
    What the fuck is going on?
    I’m completely stunned and probably look like idiot. I’m standing still, staring at an FBI SWAT team with my mouth open and my eyes wide, holding a phone to my ear.
    “Adrian? Adrian? What’s going on?” asks Josh, waking me from my trance.
    “I’m not entirely sure,” I say, distantly. “But I think I’m about to get arrested by the FBI. I might have to call you back.”
    I hang up as the agent at the front with the badge steps forward.
    “Adrian? I’m Special Agent Green. I’ve been instructed to detain you and bring you in for questioning.”
    I regain my composure, and my brain kicks into gear, processing every possible reason that could’ve led to this moment, as well as every likely outcome. I stare at Agent Green in front of me, trying to ignore all the others who have their guns trained on me.
    “You not gonna read me my rights?” I ask.
    “You’re not under arrest,” he replies, with a slight shrug. “We just want to talk to you.”
    I look around and gesture to all the agents he’s brought with him. “Then why the show of strength? You could’ve just asked if you wanted to talk to me.”
    “Fair enough,” he says, nodding. “Adrian, can you please come with me so we can ask you some questions?”
    He walks toward me, putting his hand on my arm as if to lead me away.
    I don’t move. I look down at his hand, and then back up at him.
    “I might. But then again, I might not. You said yourself I’m not under arrest, so you can’t make me.”
    He smiles and tries again to lead me away, but I hold my ground. When that doesn’t work, he looks at me with something akin to an apology in his eyes. Like he really doesn’t want to have to do it, but he’s going to anyway.
    “Adrian, don’t make this any harder than it already is.”
    “I’m not. On the contrary—I’ll make this as easy as I can for you. Move your hand, or I’ll give you a reason to arrest me.”
    The circle of agents in front of me is getting twitchy and Agent Green is getting increasingly nervous. He’s quickly losing control of the situation and losing face in front of his SWAT team. I don’t think he wasn’t expecting any resistance, under the circumstances. I mean, who in their right mind would argue with an armed FBI SWAT team sent to detain them…
    They clearly have some idea of who I am; otherwise, they wouldn’t have come so well prepared.
    “I can arrest you any time I want,” he says. “I’m trying to be nice about this, as a gesture.”
    “Just out of interest, on what grounds would you place me under arrest?” I ask. I know they’ve got nothing on me. I’m too good.
    “Pre-meditated murder, for one.”
    “Bullshit. You can’t prove something I’ve not done.”
    The agent laughs. “Just do yourself a favor and come along quietly, or else,” he says, turning and walking away, expecting me to follow.
    Oh dear.
    Those two words to me are like a red rag to a bull.
    Or else.
    I process them for a moment. I wish people would stop trying to push me. Nothing good ever comes from doing it. I can feel the adrenalin building up inside me. My heart rate’s slowly increasing, along with my anger. I look around me once more. There’s no way they’re going to shoot an unarmed