You're a well known graffiti artist in the area, law enforcement had been looking for you for month with no luck. One night, you're going to tag a train. You throw your bag over the fence then jump over, when you wand a flashlight is shining in your eyes. You look over and see a tall military man pointing his gun at you.

"Hands where I can see them, now."

He shouts, cocking his gun and aiming at your head