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Last Wednesday the Unit decided we do some jumps a little differently.
Half of the Unit came in a modified Bike uniform and the rest came in the usual raid gear (IE: Raid Jacket, BDUs, boots,ect.) and we planned out a path basically having the guys on Bike ride south bound from the Mini-Station that is our personal Unit headquarters and they’d scout each Project development as they passed, calling out the dealers or any Robbery subjects we were currently looking for. The rest of the unit would follow the Bike guys a few blocks back to jump anyone these guys called out over the radio or any runners that spotted the Bike guys and fled.
We went through 3 Projects, grabbing a few bodies and finally those of us that didn’t have subjects in custody yet went to the last Project just before the south border of our District.
This particular Project was setup so that two long squad 2 story buildings faced each other with enough space between them to park cars on the sides of the small roadway that divided the north and south buildings. The floors were ‘open’ style floors where you could walk around the perimeter of the buildings on both the top and bottom floor, which also meant the bad guys could see us as well as us being able to see them. This made jumping this spot a little harder because people on the second floor have the advantage.
The Bike cops rode through the outskirts when someone 9’d them (called them out) screaming, “POLICE ON BIKES! POLICE POLICE!”, giving good warning to whoever was inside the Project complex that we were en route and that they should probably run inside an apartment or drive away.
Obviously, that man’s cries were heard as one of the Robbery subjects we were looking for started to bolt towards some housing. One of the guys in the unit that was in a Cruiser picked up the guy that 9’d the unit, arresting him for Obstruction as the rest of us chased after the Subject.
On foot and running through the complex, over fences, dumped trash cans and finally back out into a side street, we got the guy in Custody.
An Officer in the unit put the guy into FlexCuffs, which are plastic cuffs normally used for Transport and while placing the guy into her car, the Subject was able to get a hand free of the FlexCuffs and tried to get away.
Not about to let that happen, myself and one of the Bike cops struggled with the guy, getting him back into some real handcuffs. We transported him to the Mini-Station to write the reports. During the transport the guy just wouldn’t shut up. He was spouting out stuff like, “I can’t wait for you to take these cuffs off me. I’mma mess you crackas up”. Nothing new to us but the guy just kept talking. To me, all that meant was this guy was one of the inmates and not a convict.
Inmates talk a big game but generally don’t act on it. They tout their arrests as badges of honor and they have never spent any real time in Prison, only jails. They normally will snitch on their fellow evil-doers as long as it’ll save their own hide. They show out trying to build themselves up to look like convicts with tattoos of tear drops (right side of the face means they’ve killed someone, blue filled tears means it was a LEO) and other identifiers in attempts to fool their friends and other inmates.
Convicts on the other hand are very quiet. They won’t say a word outside of Yes sir and No sir. They’ve done Prison time and they know how the game is played. They take their lumps and don’t complain about it. If they’re going to fight you, they won’t even mention it until they start to throw down.
Arriving at the Mini-Station, we opened the door and sat this guy just inside of it, locking the door behind us. The Mini-Station is a small Office. One story in height and it has 5 rooms. As you walk in, the main area is 25×25. There are rows of desks for us Detectives and on the left wall are three doors, leading to 3 rooms that are 8×8 for the 2 Sergeants and the LT. If you’re standing in the entrance you’ll also see 3 green chairs immediately as you step in on the left side wall, this is where we sit our prisoners as we write up the volumes of paperwork associated with each and every arrest.
Needless to say, I was writing the Arrest affidavit for this fine upstanding citizen while my partner, Braves, watched the Subject. About 20 minutes into my writing it seemed as though the subject had calmed down and Braves decided to change out this guys cuffs for FlexCuffs again so he could be transported to the main jail facility by Uniform Officers.
Braves took off cuffs.
Now, both guys were standing up with Braves behind the subject directly in front of me with a desk between us. Braves is about 5’9 at 190lbs and the Subject was around 5’11 at 230lbs. They were both standing directly in front of the desk I chose to sit in to write the A-Form since its directly in front of the subject seating.
Braves then leaned over to grab the pair of FlexCuffs and as soon as he did, the Subject turned around and sucker punched him in the face.
Oh boy.
I stood up and ran around the desk, as I did that, Braves and the Subject were already in a full fist fight. Exchanging blow after blow within a 3-4 second period. I rushed the Subject, grabbing the tops of his arms as he was focused on my partner, running him straight into the corner of the door jam that was only 2 feet behind him. I got hit once or twice as I entered the Melee but now that I had this guy pinned in a corner I was focused on controlling his arms, which were a lot bigger then mine. I took a wide base stance and was debating the next best move to get this guy into cuffs quickly.
That’s when he grabbed my Radio out of the holster and threw it under the desk so I couldn’t call for backup. Not a smart move as he started to upset my calm. He then started giving me some knee strikes which I’ll have to say hurt and took me out of my calm mood.
Braves was trying to help out but at this point I had this guy pretty contained in the corner and I didn’t have many options.
The guy kneed me one more time and started screaming, “I’ll kill you cracka mother fuckas!!”.
Oh really?
Since I was already holding the tops of his arms against my chest, I quickly grabbed his left shoulder and wrist with both hands and executed an arm bar to the floor with all my mustered might. Unfortunately, those three green plastic chairs where in the way and the Subject ended up crashing through them and with such force, he didn’t stop until his head hit the corner of my Sergeants open door 5 feet away, effectively cutting this guys head open and knocking him out cold.
I gathered myself and asked Braves if he was alright. He had some bruising already on his face and some scratches but he was A-Ok.
Taking in the scene I noticed that there was blood everywhere. From the entrance all the way to where the subject was now laid out on his stomach. The walls.. floor.. and our Raid Uniforms were all covered in blood.
I went over to the guy and tossed on some real handcuffs again, this time we’d have to transport him ourselves..
The guy didn’t come to for another minute and when he did, his mood was completely different. In fact, the guy was so far out into space I’m not sure if he knew what time of day it was. I think he hit that door jam a little hard.
Now, the LT happened to be sitting in his office when this went down and he opened his closed door to see the carnage that was now inside of his Mini-Station. He turned all sorts of white followed by red and had to start making the appropriate phone calls. The Haz-mat had to come out to clean up the blood and our Uniforms were removed due to the amount of blood on them. Rescue came and checked out both my partner and the subject. Both had to be transported via Rescue to their respective hospitals.
I followed Braves to his hospital of choice while someone else on my unit followed our Zombie to which ever hospital Rescue decided to take him too. After a few hours my partner was released and we drove back to the Mini-Station to finish the A-Form and paperwork. Another Officer transported the A-Form down the the County Hospital for this guy and at the end of the night, I found out he needed 15 stitches.
The very next day I decided to ride with the gal that had the subject break out of her FlexCuffs the previous day.
I wasn’t really in a mood to do much and that’s exactly what we planned on doing.
The squad ate at a nice restaurant and we were all pretty much relaxing for the first half of the shift.
Driving around aimlessly after that I heard a call go out over the radio.
Dispatch : “Gun violation in progress. Man wearing all Camo standing next to a cooler in front of [market] with a gun in the cooler”.
I looked at my partner with a face that said, “Sorry” in all kinds of ways and I keyed the mic, asking for the call.
Now, we don’t normally handle calls, but I wasn’t going to let a road unit get the call and mess up getting one of these criminals off the street.
Heading over to the market my partner decided to drive right into the parking lot instead of parking around a corner and walking up, which would have been my preferred method.
Immediately I saw the guy. He was standing directly next to the cooler. This man towered at 6’3 and around 240lbs. He saw me and immediately took flight, running towards the entrance of the store.
Of course, I chased after him, following him into the store.
We ran down several aisles and he finally turned down a long aisle.
Running after him, the Subject reached the end of the aisle and turned around. At this point I was about 15 feet behind him and he reached into his waist band, pulling out a Silver Beretta 92F.
I drew out my sidearm and brought it to bear on this mans chest.
Now, in situations like this, adrenaline does some odd things. It’s different for everyone but normally with me I see very clearly and get extremely calm, almost a zen type state.
As I started pulling the trigger of my firearm I noticed the inner tip of this mans gun had scrapped orange in it and then I noticed that the bore of the gun was inconsistent with any caliber that model is actually made in.
It was a BB gun. This moron pulled a BB gun on an armed Officer.
My partner was still outside for some reason but I holstered my firearm and charged at the guy.
I’m not really sure what he was expecting to happen. I think he was either stupid or trying to do the famous, ‘suicide by cop’ bit. Either way, once I got to him, disarmed him and tried taking him into custody, he decided he didn’t want to play nice.
So now we were in the narrow aisle, I’d already used a technique to disarm him that I learned in one of the many many CQB courses I’ve taken through the department and this guy then put his set up.
I’m not a great boxer by any means. My forte is grappling so my aim was to get this guy on the ground as quickly as possible.
He threw a punch which I blocked but it knocked me into the shelves on the left side of the aisle. It knocked me into it hard, collapsing the entire shelf. The cans of food came tumbling down off the broken rack.
I put my best set up and started trying to get around to his back side. We fought for what seemed like minutes when my partner finally showed up. She took his attention when she grabbed his left arm as I was keeping his focus. I was able to worm my way around to his backside at which point I put him in a standing rear naked choke, without the hooks. He was now trying to throw me off of his back before he passed out, which didn’t happen and when he blacked out I cuffed him really quick and took a breather.
So, now I’m basically resting with one knee across this mans shoulders and my other leg far out as to have a good base. The guy came too and we went to pick him up.
He was obviously very upset with me so, once I stood him up he shoulder rushed me into the other side of the aisle, which wasn’t messed up yet.
I hit it pretty hard as the aisles were only mere feet across.. so I was visibly upset.
There were people watching this go on so I couldn’t outright just slap this guy, he was already cuffed and even though he wasn’t under control, public perception would see me hitting a cuffed guy as ‘abusive’.
I did the next best thing. I grabbed on of his cuffed hands and took his pinky in my hand. I bent it far back enough to it was just near the ‘breaking’ point and whispered to him, “Try that again and I’m breaking it”.
He got the point.
Back at the Mini-Station we sat him down in the new Green chairs (har har) and I started writing the A-Form as my partner did the impound on the fake gun.
This guy kept yelling out non sense such as, “You arrested another nigga, you racist crackas. I got a law suit on yo ass for this brutality”. Blah blah. Blah. He wouldn’t shut up.
Finally, I stopped writing and looked him square in the eyes.
“Partner, listen here. The fact that you can still talk is a blessing. I almost ended your life back there. You’re lucky I saw the orange tip on that gun and I couldn’t shoot you in good conscience after seeing it. The next time you pull a gun on me, you won’t have the luxury of mouthing off about racism because you’ll be dead and I’ll have three days off again. Now, if you’ll shut the hell up I’m almost done with the paperwork”.
With that, the Subject stood up out of his seat, and took a piss.
He peed right there, standing up, looking straight at me.
Just then, the front door of the Mini-Station opened up, and of all the people to walk in at all the opportune times.. the LT’s first sight for the day was a guy taking a piss in his Mini-Station.
He looked at me, I looked at him… he turned white… then red.. and stormed off to his Office to call out Haz-mat again.
I couldn’t contain my laughter anymore.
My partner and I took this guy down to the jail. At the jail, while we were booking this guy in, the guy from Yesterday, the one that we put in the hospital, was standing in one of the cells with his head in full bandages, staring off into space. Totally zoned out. I eventually caught his attention and waved a hearty Hello, he didn’t think it was too funny as he went back off into outer space again.
Once we got back to the Mini-Station at the end of the shift, I had some presents sitting on desk.
The Haz-mat people left pens with their number on it and the other people in the unit made me a make shift ‘punch card’ for Haz-mat, where at the 10th use I get a free day off.
Har har. Har har. Har har.
My vacation is coming up soon.
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