How I Met Sam Part 16

As the guy sprinted towards us, Esther is estimating the best time to step out and clobber him. The police were losing ground and as he approached she jumped out and whacked him on the back with her handy toy rifle (which she had grabbed for 'protection' - probably more a psychological safety blanket than anything).

The rifle shattered into plastic pieces and the man fell to the ground and the police who were chasing dog-piled him and cuffed him and dragged him to the police car.

On a side note, the Hong Kong media must be linked into the police radios because they all were showing up around this time. I'd say there were 20 + media people gathered around our house - flashing cameras and notebooks handy.

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