Originally posted by godabandonedme
Working this special "Gun Violence Task Force Detail". Meaning I don't have to answer the radio for bullshit like arguments between drunk retards.
Done at 11:00pm, it's 10:39 an damn we better get something....I see follow a car northbound with tv's visible in it (argh at least it's tickets)
another vehicle passes me s/b and well let's just say my "intuitoin" tells me something ain't right so I wip a U turn an pull him over. License,
insurance, registration sir? Nothing. Out the car he goes, wait a sec I find his I.D. on him.....something don't smell quite right...Already noticed
the open containers on them (*you gota be a real dick for me to give you a D.U.I seriously...) tells me the info for the vehicle is in the trunk an
gives me the keys.....the funny smell gets worse...as I pop the trunk I observe a Tec-9 ontop of a school bag, simoltanesouly I hear the drivers door
open (searched him real fast an the car then put him back in the drivers seat when he gave me the keys) off running we go, no clue wehre I am cause
I'm working this "special" detail Im in a different district where I have no clue where I'm at so my partner goes over the air "Northwest 3 PRIORITY!,
my partners in foot pursuit w/b through the projects on Ashmead" Radio "N/W3 location, N/W3 what is your location???? (I have NO CLUE) Radio " In
the 14th an 39th district assist the officer police by radio...." Now, same above sentence happens 3 more times till finally I come over and yell "N/W
3 as soon as I figure out where I am I'll let you know! I'm ok but get some cars around whatever projects you's know I'm in!!!! Long story short, run
after this dick for about a mile through a neighborhood I dont know an right as I'm about to grab him he turns an BOOM takes a shot point blank an
thank god misses as I'm tackling him an Im not a big guy. We fall he drops the gun, I (cough cough) explain to him in no uncertain terms that it's
not polite to shoot at a police officer. Warrent = tec9 an 13lbs of weed, 2oz coke, scales baggies etc. That was like my third month at work. I
wana write a book. |