The man on the ground started yelling. “They assaulted me! These thugs attacked me! I’m going to sue everyone!”
The bearded biker looked at me calmly. “He can try. But we’ve got four witnesses, three victims, video evidence, and his camera full of what I’m betting isn’t his first time doing this.”
I gave my statement. The girls gave theirs. The bikers gave theirs, calm and precise. The former cop handed over the gun properly, explaining the chain of custody.
One of the officers checked the man’s camera. His face went pale. “We’re going to need the cyber crimes unit,” he said quietly to his partner. “This is… extensive.”
The man on the ground was arrested. The girls’ parents were called. And the bikers stood there, waiting, making sure everything was handled properly.
The crying girl’s mother arrived first. She ran to her daughter, then saw the bikers and froze. Fear flashed across her face.
“Mom, no,” the girl said quickly. “They saved me. He was trying to take me and they stopped him. They’re heroes.”
The mother’s expression changed completely. She walked up to the bearded biker with tears in her eyes. “Thank you. Thank you for protecting my baby.”
“Ma’am, we’ve got daughters too,” he said softly. “We just did what anyone should do.”
But that wasn’t true. Because I was there. I was security. And I hadn’t seen it. Others had walked by. Nobody else had stopped.
The bearded biker’s wife had arrived by then, a small woman in her sixties. “I saw it,” she said. “I was walking to the bathroom and saw this man following those girls with a camera. Something felt wrong. Mother’s intuition. So I called my husband.”
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