GreenBeret1439

I walk into the good ole' parade room and sit down right around the middle of the room, coffee in one hand and phone in the other, ready for the next shitshow known as a shift to begin.

I keep my Taser aimed at the suspect as the MCIT Corporal and her partner do their thing. I watch the suspect closely, hoping to goodness that he doesn't decide to rush the Corporal or her partner. That would suck. Fortunately, the CIT tactics seem to be working, and after a few more minutes of negotiation the suspect is successfully in cuffs. I heave a sigh of relief and holster my Taser. I look at the Corporal as she give instructions, then key my radio and says, "Dispatch, 206, MCIT has the suspect in custody, go ahead and halt all further units."

I make sure the suspect, still standing there with a crowbar, is covered while the Sergeant gets into his new position. 'I have less-lethal,' I say softly, just to make sure he knows I've got my Taser out. I say to the suspect, 'Drop the crowbar dude, just put it down. Not worth it, just drop it and we can chat.' It occurs to me that, should Patterson fire, the manager and employee in the office, the location of which I am not certain of, could be in the line of fire. I quickly key my mic and say, 'Diaz, are the employees out of here or no?' before getting my hand back on the Taser.

I hear the door open and then hear the Sergeant enter behind me. I then see Diaz come out of the office, presumably having entered a back door. When I see her pull the Glock I immediately shout out the reminder, 'Crossfire! Watch the crossfire!' as we're now looking at the suspect from both sides. Meanwhile, Sgt. Patterson is telling the kid that he can either go out cuffed or go out on a stretcher. What the hell is he thinking? Hopefully internal affairs doesn't get wind of that one (though they probably will, as body cam footage will doubtlessly be reviewed since guns are now drawn). As the kid waves the crowbar around with three cops pointing weapons and two yelling at him (another less-than-smart thing, should've kept it to one person), I key my mic and say, "Control, 206, we have the suspect at gunpoint in the store. Suspect's still got the weapon. Do we have a CIT available?"

I key my mic and say, "Copy. Uh, Dispatch, show 206 on scene. I'm going in the front." I pull up in front of the NAPA store and place the radio back in its place. After I put the cruiser in park I exit the car and look at the store. I unholster my Taser, turn on the beam, take a deep breath, and walk in the front door. 'POLICE! DROP THE HAMMER, DO IT NOW!" I yell, aiming the Taser at the kid and taking a somewhat-covered position behind a stand of merchandise.

As I head towards the NAPA, still a couple minutes out, I key my radio and say, "Uh, 230 and 202, 206, did one of you want to check to see if there's a rear entrance or anything like that when we get on scene?" The kid could very well be gone already, but if he's still there when we arrive it'd be nice if someone could enter through an auxiliary door both to block the suspect from escaping through it and to get him something like surrounded.

I'm sitting in my unit, still angry about being late to roll call, and drinking the last of my coffee. Been on shift for an hour and so far, so good. Lots of time to get reports done. Finally, though, I hear the dispatch crackle with a call that needs multiple Deputies. Black teen with a goatee smashing up the NAPA store. Weird. I pull out of the parking lot I'm in and key my mic. "Control, 206, show me en route on the call from NAPA." I flip my Charger's lights and sirens on and head, code 3, to the call. As I make my way through traffic, I consider my options. The guy is obviously angry, and the fact that he's a former employee makes the situation all the more dangerous. The guy could always have a gun on him, and the crowbar is already a deadly weapon.

Well, damn. "206. Apologies, Captain." Without trying to make a further excuse, I pull out my phone and write down the callsign - at this point I'm liable to forget anything - and remain a moment to make sure the Captain doesn't want to say anything else. (( Sorry for the late reply, I forgot these don't show up in the server dispatch.

I walk in to the parade room, looking pretty glum. I look around to see if there's a supervisor still lurking so I can explain to him about the damn traffic I ran into on the way to work today, the reason for my being late and apparently missing roll call in its entirety.

I walk in behind Diaz, flashlight still pointed down the hallway, and I take a look around at the old house. As this is the backdoor, it appears that we're near the kitchen, which presents plenty of dark, dark shapes and weird shadows in the beam of the tactical flashlight. I look around and listen as well. I say, ever so softly, 'Weird that it's so quiet. You'd think you'd hear a bunch of laughing teens or something.'

'Up to you,' I reply to Keene as he heads around the house. I turn to Diaz and say, 'Okay, you ready to go?' I point my flashlight in the house and look around. For a moment I think I see something in the beam -- a figure, perhaps? -- but when I sweep it back across there's nothing. As I'm pretty sure it was nothing, I don't say anything to Diaz. I would've surely heard footsteps, right? The place is creaky as hell.

I look at Diaz as she calls for Keene, then look at the footsteps she is looking at. I play the flashlight along the ground a bit, then look up at Keene when he arrives. When he points out the door, I look up at it and then walk up the steps behind him. I stand on the top spot, not wanting to step onto the porch in case it can't hold both of our weights. 'Well, how are we gonna proceed here? If we all wander in they'll probably just run out the front.'

I am listening to Keene when I see Diaz turn and head out back. I nod to Keene after he asks me to follow her, and then turn myself and head towards the back. I look to the side as I do, at the house, and think, 'Gosh, this place is huge. Wonder why it's deserted. Probably some rich fat cat who went bankrupt and had to move out or something.' I pull my flashlight out of my vest and turn it on, playing it around the bushes and stuff. It's dark back here, geez. Breaking the silence, I say to Diaz, 'If there's someone back here, you take lead. I'll be behind ya.'

'Yeah, I'd hate for the FD to have to come save us,' I reply to the newly-arrived Deputy Keene. 'Okay, that sounds good. Uh, so you want to do the going around back part, or should one of us come with you? Some one should probably stay out here too.'

I roll down the streets and eventually arrive at the address. I see another unit, specifically 201, already on scene, and I park behind the cruiser. I stop and look around for a second, then pick up my radio. "Control, 206, show me on scene. I'll be out with 201." I then step out of the Charger and, after softly shutting the door, walk over to the driver's side door of 201 and wait for the Deputy to step out.