I raise my hands up, above my head, as he points a gun at me.

"Pass me the money and remaining product." He says. Shit. I was in a bind. How could I possibly get out of this without being shot. Think, Andrea, think!

I needed to get the gun out of his hand, or at least, reach for my own gun behind me. I raise my hands up slowly, as I watch him.

"The product! What you don't understand English, eh?!" He yells. I nod, looking at the window, so as to distract him for a moment.

"P-police." I state, and he tilts his head with a swiftness, and...