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My partner and I were on patrol at "O dark thirty", when he saw a carload of guys worth getting to know. We pulled them over for a bad taillight. We got them out of the car and my partner gave them a quick pat down. We sat the four of them on a nearby curb, while my partner searched the interior of the car. I was watching the four suspects, when suddenly, in my mind, I heard "GUN!" The next thing I knew I was drawing my weapon and pointing it at one of the guys, yelling "hands up." I searched him and found a gun in his crotch. Over the years I've learned to pay attention to that voice.
This is what happened to me, but I'm very much interested in what has happened to you. If you've had a similar experience that you would like to share, please write it in the story box at the end of the questionnaire. Thank you for you time and effort, Barry.

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