You've worked as a policeman your whole life, protecting the innocent,
enforcing the law. You retire with honors, then take a job as a security
guard, working the metal detector on the ground floor of a skyscraper in order
to help pay for your wife's arthritis medication. You're sitting there, on a
slow day, reading your newspaper, when a girl walks in wearing a trenchcoat.
She issues no demands, no warnings, no "freeze" or "drop your gun".
Somewhere, faintly, you can hear a theater audience cheering.