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Batman and I decided we’d like to do a low-key jump on a drug hole which we’ve jumped in the past. It’s the one thats isolated with one way in and out.
We rolled in hot and the only people standing in front of the drug hole were crickets.
Dang, oh well.
Batman saw two guys talking in front of an apartment about 15 doors down and they were standing next to a vehicle that matched a bolo from earlier in the day.
We rolled up on them and got out calmly as to not alarm them.
One was about 5’8 thin build wearing a white hat, white shirt and black shorts. In his waist band was visibly a revolver under the shirt. I didn’t look at it after the initial spotting of it as to not give away I knew he was armed.
‘Hey partner, you guys live here?”
That’s all it took for the guy to get spooked.
He took off running east bound, throwing the gun to the ground as he ran. We had a good 30 foot lead on me before I realized what was going on. Yet another reason I should start sleeping more then a few hours a night, awareness is too important and a severe lack of sleep lately is effecting my reaction times.
I of course took pursuit after him and chased him for two blocks east bound.
He kept looking back at me with a look I won’t forget for a while, each time screaming “stop chasing me!”.
Gaining on him, he was coming up to the end of the complex’s east bound boundary which has a 12 foot wall. He changed direction and started running south bound.
I started to hear Batman on the Tac channel, “Dash, don’t lose him, the cars hot and loaded”.
Crap, now I really had to get this guy. A stolen car with more guns… he’s probably a robbery or murder subject somewhere.
I started running harder, I keyed my handheld radio and started advising my new direction of travel now that I was out of my partners vision.
We’d now run another 1 1/2 blocks south and were coming up to another 12 foot wall, this time though there was no other way for him to run. No way he’d clear a 12 foot flat wall, thats more then twice his height.
“I’m headed south bound, coming up to the south eastern corner wall”.
He got to that wall running hard and did what I considered to be some sort of ninja flip.
I changed my talk group to the main channel and keyed my handheld radio, “Crap, he just hopped the freaking wall south towards the other complex with the green buildings!”
In the commotion I thought I’d released the button and upon getting to the wall I started talking to myself, “Come on, this wall is freaking 12 feet tall, I can’t get over this thing… Jesus… Alright you got this… “
Dispatcher responded to my little comment with, “Unit advising he can’t get over the wall, want to set up a perimeter?”
…. I can’t believe I just said that over the main channel. At least 150 other Officers just heard me say I couldn’t jump a wall.
I looked around me for some way of getting over the wall and saw that the section where the east wall met the south wall had some groves in it, I used those to get up and over.
Upon hitting the other side of the wall I keyed my radio, “No, but I see him running south bound towards the main street, have some units head to the main street near the green buildings.”
I then realized that I was now standing in a field that was maybe 40 feet by 40 feet. The place I’d chosen to jump landed me inside another boxed in area with barbed wire metal fencing 8 feet tall..
You’ve got to be kidding me.
Tearing another pair of expensive BDU pants, I got over the wall and continued chasing the subject. He had at least 60 yards on me but I still had a visual of him.
He hit the main street and started running west bound around the front of the green apartment complex.
My squad mates ran into him and he decided to change his direction to north bound.
I wasn’t anywhere near behind him so I started running a B-line directly west from where I was, hoping I’d catch him as he ran through one of the apartment building hallways.
My squad and I caught him at about the same time.
After the fight to cuff him stopped, we were all covered in red.
I looked at my Sarge, “Hey man, whose bleeding?”
The squad check each other and we couldn’t find any cuts. No one hit the subject when we were taking him into custody and the subject wasn’t cut or anything either…
My Sarge started laughing so hard I thought he was about to pee himself.
Apparently, the subject had a ton of Ketchup in this pockets for some reason.
He wasn’t very happy about being caught and the fact that we were all laughing didn’t help him much either.
He was charged with several things and I went home shortly after.
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