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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Shaman" data-source="post: 2252232" data-attributes="member: 26473">As Hawk stretches out his hands, he sees two people, a man and a woman, both in the brown uniforms of the King County Sheriff’s Department under their slickers, both with guns trained on him as he stands on the porch. “Hands in the air! Up!” intones the male deputy. “Turn around! Face away from the sound of my voice! Lock the fingers of your hands together behind your head. Now spread your feet.” Hawk complies, and hears the footsteps of the deputy on the hardwood behind him. The deputy grips Hawk’s hand firmly, pulling him backward to move Hawk’s center of gravity out from over his feet. The handcuffs are cold as they click first on one wrist, then the other. “Relax,” says the deputy, “this is just for your safety and mine.”Listen checks from everyone upstairs please. If Hawk does not comply with the deputies, let me know and I’ll adjust the text accordingly.</blockquote>