The soldiers are spread out a reasonable distance from each other, with three on either side of the street, each watching the windows on the opposite side as they move forward. The captain glances in my direction, but does not acknowledge my presence. The soldiers, likewise, look in my direction but very quickly move on. By now the captain has reached his destination, the center of town. Spreading his feet approximately shoulder width apart, placing his hand on his holstered weapon for effect, he surveys the town.
People watch from the windows.
The town is now silent, except for the sound of labored breathing against the morning cold. His demands are met with a long silence. Reluctantly, the captain slowly goes to the ground. Not until he is down do the soldiers move to recover him. While four soldiers lay down a base of fire, the other two move to the center of the street and pull the captain to safety.