One afternoon, nearing closing time at our garden centre, I was standing on a ladder painting. A man in casual clothes walked past. Glancing down, I spotted a pistol concealed under his armpit.
"This man is suspicious," I thought. I stopped working and hurried upstairs to the office of CHARK, our head of security.
"Sir! There's a man with a pistol in the garden centre. He might be a terrorist. What should we do?" I said.
"Don't worry. Let's go and see," CHARK replied calmly.
We quickly went downstairs. Just then, I saw the man at the checkout. I signaled to CHARK with my eyes that it was him.
A few minutes later, the man finished his purchase and stepped outside. CHARK and I followed closely, ready to apprehend him at any moment. As we exited, we saw the man getting into a police car.
CHARK patted my shoulder and said, "He's not a terrorist. He's a terrorist hunter."