Little did they know, the drone buzzing overhead wasn’t sporting a badge. It was just a civilian’s gadget—a surprise flyover. But the suspects didn’t stick around to find out, vanishing before they realized they’d fled from a false alarm.
The swimmer remained still, unknowingly making the smartest move. His calm unknowingness was his shield; his stillness was a cloak. In this tense tableau, ignorance was bliss—and safety. Had he seen his aquatic neighbor, panic would have been his worst enemy.