I'm a Time Traveler, a Mechanized Blueberry

The old man lifts his briefcase protectively over his chest as though it could shield him from the magnetic taser and officer blueberries belt. Other pedestrians pass the scene with their heads lowered. No one wants to intervene and a majority don't even care what happens to this man next. The man's eyes dart pleatingly around him until they find me and lock. His face takes on a greenish hue as though he's sick with fear and desperation. Whatever brought him to this moment, he's not ready for it to end in an underground cell. What did he do? I asked the officer whose eyebrows shoot up like bushy rockets. He did a crime to walk in public