Term4 Week3 Right Or Wrong?

The emissary walked along the cold street. He is working on a case, one that hadn’t been solved for a long time. Suddenly there was a commotion at the store down the lane. There were shouting which sounded like commands. He quickened his pace, planning to investigate what was happening. Grabbing his revolver in one hand, he took a step forward and glanced into the store. What he saw appalled him. A brigand was holding onto a pistol and pointing its barrel at the head of the shopkeeper. Without any delays, the shopkeeper was stuffing all the cash in the cash register in to a black sack. In a matter of minutes, the brigand was out of the store, heading towards the direction of the emissary. The brigand took a look at the hand of the emissary, who is grabbing a revolver. In a state of panic, the brigand drew out his pistol. The emissary halted in his move to draw out his revolver. The face of the brigand looked very familiar. It was as if he knew him. Suddenly, a picture flashed across his mind. The man in the picture looked similar to the one standing right before him. He drew revolver, out and commanded the brigand to get down on his knees. Without moving an inch, the brigand stood in his position, ready to puncture the emissary’s skull with a bullet. “There is no way you can run away from here. Now get down on your knees,” the emissary hollered. “I will give you this black sack, let me go. I do not want to kill anymore innocent people,” the brigand pleaded. The emissary noticed the brigand was actually wearing raiment that was almost torn into half. “Let me go! Or else I will shoot,” the brigand shouted. It could be seen that the brigand was in an emotional state and the emissary was getting nervous too. “Your wistful, thinking now get down on your knees,” the emissary commanded. The sirens of police cars could be heard down the silent street. The brigand was looking very helpless. Without much resistance, he gave into the police. Before he was led away to the police car, he told the emissary, “All I wanted to do with the money was to pay my daughter’s medical bills.” when the police cars went off, the emissary stood there in silence, not sure whether what he had done was right…