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Stank.
There are always a few names the specialized units always know.
They know these names for a reason or two, normally because they got good intel several times about the same person or that person is infamous for certain crimes.
Stinky is a guy we know that we’ve been looking for close to five months.
Long story short, he’d committed at least 14 robberies in our area, armed with an AK, Shotgun or one of two pistols on any given occasion. An informant told us he’d changed his car to something less known to us, which is kind of awkward because instead of making it a low key item he went and bought a 1999 Chevy Monte Carlo and had a special paint job done on it.
Keep in mind, in my area its fairly common to see at least 1/4 of the cars driving around having custom paint jobs on 22’‘ rims, so Stinky decided since he was getting a new paint job he’d have some special items put on it.
He had the car painted black, with custom white flames on the front leading to the back of the car where a big picture of PePe Lepue (Looney toon character) was painted on the back of the trunk pointing to a fancy ‘Tagged’ version of his nickname, “Stank”.
Obviously by doing this he blew any sort of attempts at concealing his identity but that’s besides the point.
Today one of our guys in an unmarked unit spotted this car unoccupied sitting in front of a local fried chicken fast food place. He decided to sit on the car and keep an eye ball on it in case Stinky decided to come back and drive away. We of course set up our unit around the block waiting for the take down ‘go ahead’ from our eye ball.
All of the sudden it started raining. I’m not talking drizzling or mild storm, I’m talking massive waves of cold water stabbing into your face so hard that it feels like it could rip of your skin type of rain.
Nice, you know how much I love getting wet on duty…
About 40 minutes later Stinky and his younger brother Mann came walking out into the rain storm and ran to their car. Stinky ran to the passenger side and unlocked the door. He reached into his waistband and removed a two tone silver and black handgun and threw it in the glovebox. Next, his younger brother pulled up his shirt and removed a black handgun from his waist and threw it into the glovebox with the first gun.
Perfect. Both had Felony pasts and had been convicted. When I say Felony, I mean armed robberies, murder, armed home invasions, everything that parents wish their kids would never grow up to do.
They started their car and began driving away. Our undercover car followed him for a few blocks and when they got out of the general publics reach we did our take down.
Before they had time to bail we had 5 units completely surrounding their car and they started to go for the glovebox instead of getting out and running.
Not so hot of an idea on their part.
We went into action and got into their car before they had a chance to even get to the handle of the glovebox.
Both bodies inside the car went airborne for a few seconds as they were simultaneously ripped out of their seats and thrown to the floor.
No shoot outs today.
Down at the station they confessed to several more robberies and will be going to Prison hopefully for a long time.
5 hours of paper work later I’d finally finished with the entire case for the day. To give you a ball park estimate for the paper work involved, it was about 27 pages PER arrestee. 27 hand written pages.
At least I got soaking wet for a good reason.
Just for reference, in the academy one of the sayings the old timers teach the new recruits is as follows :
“Never go hungry, never go tired and never get wet.”
I thought that saying was ‘how it was’ when I’d first heard it. It wasn’t until I’d gone entire shifts without eating once, been on the clock more then 24 hours from a call waiting for a warrant to be signed by a judge or had gotten soaked so bad I looked like a prune, that I realized it was a big big joke and the old timers knew it.
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