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Jump outs.
Instead of going directly to work today I had a Pre-file conference with the State attorney.
A Pre-file conference is what the State Attorney calls an Officer in for when they have a question about a crime that was committed and need clarification from the Officer.
I showed up an hour early as always and went into see my favorite State Attorney.
He’s an older fellow that is quite the history buff. He collects World War II items and has almost every gun used in World War II, save for an M1A. Naturally, he and I get along very well since I also love history and am a foundation of knowledge on anything Military. We talked for almost an hour just about what guns we’d gotten recently and even tried to setup a day to goto the nearest outdoor long distance range to shoot. I haven’t fired any Russian rifles and he has a slew of them, so I of course am anxious to fire them.
After swearing to tell the truth ‘so help me God’, I answered the question he used as an excuse to chat with me.
“Yes, the knife the man had on him was 5 inches”.
You’ve got to love the legal system.
After leaving the State Attorney’s Office I headed back to my district and since it was raining cats and dogs my squad decided to met up for a nice lunch at a Cuban style restaurant.
I ordered my usual Chicken Steak with black beans, rice and plantains. I love Cuban food.
We headed out of the road after eatting but the rain wasn’t letting up at all. Pouring down all over my very unwashed car.
Finally, after hours of rain during a majority of the shift we only had 2 hours left to do some police work.
Someone had the bright idea to do some ‘Jump outs’.
A jump out is basically having the entire unit converge on a spot and grab every single person there before they have a chance to react and get rid of any weapons/drugs they may have on them. This is normally done on known drug holes and trouble spots. It also leads to long hours since more often then not, something goes down that leads to a long night and over-time.
The group decided on a known Jamaican Drug house on a corner that the dealers usually hang out front near the street.
It was 830PM and the sun set quite a while ago so it was dark outside.
When we do a Jump out, the lead car drives us to the spot and each car after the lead car should have all their lights off, hiding our numbers and gives us added surprise on the jump.
The lead car lead us right to the house where we’ve arrested many people before and as soon as we rolled up, people started running.
Of course, we all got out of our cars and contained all but one of the runners, which two of my squad mates caught in the backyard as he was trying to get rid of the Marijuana he had on him for sale.
The guy I caught had nothing on him, not even ID.
A total of 5 bodies stopped.
I took the names of the usual players we caught and started running them for warrants.
That’s when I noticed one of them had pulled his pants down and was peeing right there in the middle of the street, small chubby exposed to the world.
A guy on my squad noticed this around the same time I did and immediately started barking at him.
“What do you think you’re doing?! Put that thing away; you’re in public man!”
The guy looked puzzled as if my partner was speaking Spanish, but he complied.
No warrants came back from Records and the people that weren’t going to jail were released.
The guy that ran and had the Marijuana was arrested and allowed to P.T.A (Promise to Appear), which basically means he was arrested but was allowed to go home since he had valid ID and if he didn’t show up to court would receive a Bench warrant. P.T.A’s are extended only to Misdemeanor crimes and we only give them out when the person being arrested is likely to appear in court and not skip the county.
Being that this was all done just 2 hours prior to our shift ending we left ‘right’ on time and made the best of a rainy and boring day.
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