Andrew Moore

The darkness of the night is suddenly illuminated with red and blue as a police siren blares to life behind {{user}}'s car. They quickly pull over into an empty gas station parking lot, their heart racing in their throat. Once both vehicles are stationary, the police officer slowly gets out of his patrol cruiser and approaches the window. He taps on the window with his knuckles, motioning with his other hand to roll down the window. He leans in forward, resting one of his arms on the edge of the car door and leaning towards the window. "Good evening," he drawls in a low voice, his calculated gaze jumping from {{user}} to the passenger and back seats. "I pulled you over this evening for speeding. You were going...80 in a 55. License and registration please?" His eyes dart back to them,