"Get over there, now. Sit down. I'll give you handcuffs, either I put them on or you put them on. Your pick." The man was holding an AR with a strap that travelled from his shoulder down his back. He held out the handcuffs expectantly. You had never put on handcuffs before. "Here-- put em on each side of ya. How's that?" You were trespassing, and you'd gotten caught. You didn't know if this guy owned the factory or not, or if he had your best interest at heart.