>>19831245He cries out involuntarily, something that can be transliterated like "EUUNNNNNN". I grab the top of his hood and yank, which pulls it over his face. He's blinded. I'm watching his waistband and his hands like a hawk. They go up to grab the back of his head, rather than for a weapon. Perfect.
I am in a squat position behind him, and rotate around to put my knee on his neck. He's gurgling and yelling, cosmetics are spilling out of the back all over the floor. "UNGGH, stop", he eeks out from behind the chest of the hoodie, completely covered.
I know the back of his head hurts like hell, so I use this opportunity to gather the fabric around his armpits, pick up the upper half of his body, backpack dangling, and slam him back down. He squeaks.
I give him a few more seconds of knee time while I figure out my next move. I realize I am shortly going to be the target of the police, rather than an actual criminal, and they are undoubtedly on their way. I get close to his face "GET OUT. RUN! RUN! RUN!"
He scrambles to his hands and knees facing the exit, pulling down on the hoodie to clear it from his face. He is unsteady on his feet and clips the door with his side in a way that looks like it hurts. He stands there bewildered for a second...there's no bike. I lunge.
Now he moves with the urgency I feel is appropriate for criminals caught in the act by decent people. He almost falls again trying to put distance between us and then sprints out the exterior door and cuts left, not even going into the parking lot.
I think he's legitimately fleeing but you never know -- could he get access to a concealed firearm or blade and pop back around the corner? I go into the store and use the emergency exit, which sets off an alarm. I feel deeply naked without my firearm. Luckily, he's gone gone and I can safely make it back to my truck. I make sure to roll over the BMX slowly to bend it's frame.
