Sitting on the front passenger seat of his car, Jack Hudson used his mobile phone to call his wife.

“Kathy, I’m in trouble.  I’m not coming home tonight.”

“Whaaaat!  Jack where are you!”

“I’m at the SBA.  I’m going to be arrested in a few minutes.  If I’m not careful, I’ll be killed.”

“Jack!  What’s going on?  I don’t understand!”

“I can’t talk anymore.  They’re here.”

“FREEZE!  PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM!”

Jack Hudson carefully complied with every movement that he knew by heart for his very own high-risk, felony arrest.  He made sure that nothing he did with his body in the next few minutes was not completely expected and in full accord with the orders he was receiving from men and women he had once worked alongside who all had their weapons trained on either his heart or his head.

First he raised his empty splayed hands over his head.  Then he carefully exited the car seat and backed toward the officer calling the orders.  Once clear of the car, he kneeled down with his hands still above his head showing that they held nothing in them and still with his back to the officer who almost immediately pounced on him and cuffed his hands behind his back.  

So began the only condition Jack Hudson would ever know, that of a once free man who was now and forever not ever again.