Summertime in the projects, I kinda know how the military guys feel in the sandbox. Hot as fuck and surrounded by hostiles.
I was the adjoining sector partner to a real hard charging kid. Great guy, left for MSP awhile ago. He sat in the dead end of this dump for a while, IM'ing me about what he was seeing. He was watching this bitch and her homies getting drunker and drunker on their stoop. She escalated to simulating fingering her pussy and flipping off and yelling at him, so he IM'ed me she was going for disorderly.
I arrive, we go to talk to her and when he latches on, one homeboy grabs her to hang on and prevent arrest. I unleash liquid hellfire into his face, and he lets go. But now she gets an adrenaline dump and is suddenly very coordinated. She runs inside public housing with him in hot pursuit. I leave homeboy because I'm certainly NOT leaving him alone. I run inside, to find they have run into the basement.
There is only one way in and out in these shitholes, the way we got there. No second egress or hatchway, just the stairs we rode in on. Partner is struggling with her, so I latch on. As I do, I hear the natives pouring into the apartment above. I look up and see the first guy in line with a baseball bat. These mother fuckers are tripping over themselves to get to us.
Without missing a beat, partner disengages and charges the column back up the stairwell and out of the house. Now, I've no doubt we are in a deep shit situation and call it in on the radio, saying we are effectively trapped and surrounded and to send backup. The fucking dispatcher radios one unit to respond. Luckily my LT. who knows I rarely ever ask for backup, cut in and had every city unit respond, himself included with the two pepperball guns we have, AND mutual aid from SP and the adjoining city PD.
Meantime, I'm still wrestling with the original bitch. She had a fistful of my shirt at the time. I was able to execute the most perfect throw by grabbing her wrist and getting my hips under her center of gravity. She went almost 360, and landed with all her weight and mine on her shoulder/scapula. I didn't know it at the time, but it shattered like glass (which is nice). I bundled her up, marched her upstairs where partner had his turd cuffed up. We didn't have long to wait for the cavalry, but almost every shithead in the projects was rioting outside.
Everyone deployed with batons and created a clear path for us to get out. If the radios had been working with their usual level of (in)effectiveness, we wouldn't have had any backup. I had already had the mindset that I'm not going to die in a shitty apartment in the projects, and if needed, I would have used this cunt as a shield and shot my way out.
That was a long overtime report, and for a long time after, the new general order was no one was to take ANY call there without a second unit.
Maybe some day, I'll get my dream come true and get to piss on the burnt up ashes of this place.
I was the adjoining sector partner to a real hard charging kid. Great guy, left for MSP awhile ago. He sat in the dead end of this dump for a while, IM'ing me about what he was seeing. He was watching this bitch and her homies getting drunker and drunker on their stoop. She escalated to simulating fingering her pussy and flipping off and yelling at him, so he IM'ed me she was going for disorderly.
I arrive, we go to talk to her and when he latches on, one homeboy grabs her to hang on and prevent arrest. I unleash liquid hellfire into his face, and he lets go. But now she gets an adrenaline dump and is suddenly very coordinated. She runs inside public housing with him in hot pursuit. I leave homeboy because I'm certainly NOT leaving him alone. I run inside, to find they have run into the basement.
There is only one way in and out in these shitholes, the way we got there. No second egress or hatchway, just the stairs we rode in on. Partner is struggling with her, so I latch on. As I do, I hear the natives pouring into the apartment above. I look up and see the first guy in line with a baseball bat. These mother fuckers are tripping over themselves to get to us.
Without missing a beat, partner disengages and charges the column back up the stairwell and out of the house. Now, I've no doubt we are in a deep shit situation and call it in on the radio, saying we are effectively trapped and surrounded and to send backup. The fucking dispatcher radios one unit to respond. Luckily my LT. who knows I rarely ever ask for backup, cut in and had every city unit respond, himself included with the two pepperball guns we have, AND mutual aid from SP and the adjoining city PD.
Meantime, I'm still wrestling with the original bitch. She had a fistful of my shirt at the time. I was able to execute the most perfect throw by grabbing her wrist and getting my hips under her center of gravity. She went almost 360, and landed with all her weight and mine on her shoulder/scapula. I didn't know it at the time, but it shattered like glass (which is nice). I bundled her up, marched her upstairs where partner had his turd cuffed up. We didn't have long to wait for the cavalry, but almost every shithead in the projects was rioting outside.
Everyone deployed with batons and created a clear path for us to get out. If the radios had been working with their usual level of (in)effectiveness, we wouldn't have had any backup. I had already had the mindset that I'm not going to die in a shitty apartment in the projects, and if needed, I would have used this cunt as a shield and shot my way out.
That was a long overtime report, and for a long time after, the new general order was no one was to take ANY call there without a second unit.
Maybe some day, I'll get my dream come true and get to piss on the burnt up ashes of this place.
