The cop approached the car slowly, taking his time.
"License and registration."
He said this before he got to the car window. When he got to it, his hand went to his hip, fumbling with his gun. After a moment, when he couldn't pull his gun, he ran back to his cruiser and desperately called for backup.
When it arrived, a perimeter was established, guns trained quickly, as the captain got a bullhorn and demanded they put down their weapons and exit with their hands up.
Luckily for them, they were dead from blood loss before the cops opened fire.
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