Sam nodded and recalled his miniature lesson so that he could empty his round. Before he could actually do anything though, the cop told him to stop. Sam had noticed the guy in the corner, but hadn't paid much attention to him. The cop seemed threatened by him, keeping a loaded gun with him as he approached the guy. Sam watched from where he was standing. When the guy turned around, he recognized something about the guy. There was something familiar about his features.<br/><br/>Sam didn't have much time to ponder the idea because the guy had stabbed the cop. Sam lifted his gun and pointed it in the direction of the guy and the cop, but put it back down again. He cursed under his breath when he realized his aim wasn't good enough and he might risk shooting the cop. There wasn't much he could do as he watched the cop get the guy off of him and pull the knife out of his side.<br/><br/>Quickly, Sam grabbed the cop's jacket and searched the pockets for the phone. He felt it in one of the pockets and pulled it out. "ST.Jake, ST.Jake, ST.Jake," he said as he searched through the contacts. He pushed the call button when he found the name and held it to his ear. It rang twice before a man's voice answered. "Ken?" the guy asked. "No, uh, Sam. I'm with Officer Ken. We're at the range. Bring a car," Sam said and kept the phone to his ear in case the man said anything else, but he just hung up. Sam ended the call and crouched next to Ken. "Alright. I'm assuming they're on their way," he said to the bleeding officer on the ground. His eyes looked over Ken's wound. He took his own shirt off and held it to the wound, trying to keep pressure on it to keep the bleeding to a minimal until someone who could actually help him got there.