Ken, wearing a black hoodie and loose-fitting blue jeans, stood straight with his arms pressed flat to his side. He didn’t speak and barely moved. Obscured beneath the bill of his black baseball cap, his eyes stared off from a man standing about 10 feet away.
The man pointed a black rectangle, about the size of two cellphones stuck together, at Ken and counted down from three.
A gunshot rang out, sending with it a thin piece of yellow cord. It wrapped around Ken’s torso, tying his hands down at his sides and effectively immobilizing him — not that Ken, a dummy, could move in the first place.