I realized the other day just how close I really am to leaving this job that I love so much. I heard a buddy of mine ask for 10-33 traffic, which means that only he is suppose to talk so that he can tell us what he has etc.. The situation was pretty serious, he was confronted with a loaded 380 by a known juvenile dope boy. The suspect took off running and of course the chase was on. I took a position on the outside perimeter as did a number of other officers. The air unit responded as well as K9 so we had the guy pinned in. We knew he was ours for the taking. I have to give the ol boy props he led us on a good foot chase for over 45 minutes running from one apartment complex to the next eventually settling into a large buy here - pay here car lot.
I was patient on the post that I was at knowing that if everybody starts moving from their spot it could mean an easy escape route for our lil dope dealing, gun toting rabbit. The air unit calls my unit number telling me to adjust my position a little further south so I did. That was a great idea because not 5 minutes later I hear another friend of mine yelling that he was running south towards the front of the perimeter. My old ass was getting excited cause he is headed straight to me. All of a sudden I see him running like a gazelle, eyes the size of saucers with my buddy right behind him taser in hand. I start to get closer and I see the red dot pointed at his back. I hear the wonderful sound of the taser being deployed and I see our suspect prone out in mid air screaming like he just got shot with a bazooka. The suspect does a face plant, sliding about 5 feet in the dirt. The wave of blue was phenomenal. Suspect in custody.
After much high fiving, back patting and bragging we called rescue as is standard when someone gets tased. They gave us their blessing that he would live to run again from the police. Now medically cleared, I decide it is time to start the “walk of shame”.
With about 3 weeks to go before I leave I decided that we were going to provide the on-lookers in the dope infested apartment complex a little show and hopefully make a point. I told my boys to stand him outside the car and start walking towards their cars that were parked a good 300 yards from the apprehension. They started walking and I got on my P.A. system and said the following, “Ladies and Gentleman this is what happens when you run from the police. You will be caught, handcuffed, spanked a little in taser form and completely humiliated. If this is your dope boy, you will not be getting dope from him tonight so you better call your other dope boy Pookie to get your fix. Thank You for your cooperation!” Everybody was about to fall out laughing including the on-lookers. One of my boys said, “Only you could do that! What do you care, you’re leaving in couple weeks.” I smiled, laughed a little and cried a little inside as well, cause I am really going to miss this stuff.
I'm Out And We'll Talk Later!