“Drink terrible coffee and argue about motorcycles.”
A small smile appeared for a moment.
Then faded.
The officer glanced at the coin again.
“Why didn’t you say something when I cuffed you?”
The biker shrugged.
“You had a job to do.”
The second officer still looked puzzled.
“But what’s special about the coin?”
The first officer turned it slightly so he could see the emblem.
“That coin isn’t something you buy.”
The second officer’s eyes widened.
“Oh… wait.”
“Yeah,” the first officer said quietly.
Without hesitation, he reached down and unlocked the handcuffs.
The metal opened with a soft click.
The biker rubbed his wrists slowly.
The crowd murmured in confusion.
“Why did they let him go?”
“What happened?”
But the officers weren’t paying attention to the crowd anymore.
The first officer stood straight.
Completely straight.
Then he did something that silenced the entire street.
He raised his hand and gave the biker a precise military salute.
A moment later, the second officer did the same.
The biker blinked, looking slightly uncomfortable.
“You don’t have to do that,” he muttered.
The officer shook his head.
“Yes, sir,” he replied quietly.
Across the street, the dog tag on the lamppost swayed gently in the wind.