MAKE IT VIRAL:
a story by Charredtorso
After I retired from Law Enforcement, I worked full-time in executive protection (a high end body guard). As in any other profession, we ran the gamut from mentally impaired people that were related to the owner or some other idiot that they were blackmailing, to very high speed former special forces operators. As a retired cop with a fair amount of executive protection experience,
I fell somewhere in the middle.
I was working an E/P crew for a Saudi Prince. He had rented the entire 3rd floor at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel for he and his staff. It was challenging because all of the stairways were open to the public. Tourists, in theory, could just walk into the hotel and wander up on to the floors in the old building. When you told them it was a private floor, some would get pissey with you and want to start some shit, in hopes of a law suit. Drunks would walk out of the elevators at all hours looking for their room, then argue with you as to where their room was. (There was a separate multi floor building behind the old structure.) The in house security were very cool and diplomatic and would deal with most of the people that wandered up to our floor.
We all had ear pieces and talked to our tie or wrist to communicate. Staying awake working the 6 pm to 6 am shift was my biggest challenge. We always hoped the Prince would want to go out and shop after the exclusive shops closed or go to West LA and hand out $1. bills to young women in need. I could do several stories on Saudi spending habits alone.
One night or around 2 am, one of our crew went on break. The Saudis were sitting around playing cards and didn't plan on going anywhere. There were three of us out in the 3rd floor hallway and two guys in our command post/suite and down room. The crew that was personnel protection had been dismissed around 1 am, an early night for them. We were all relaxing. reading or playing with our laptops, but staying alert. The Saudi Secret Police had a detail who's only job was to check up on us. If they caught someone sleeping, the whole shift would be fired.
Our crew member that was on break took off and wandered outside around the hotel. When he got back in the building and was going to come up the elevator, he radioed the command post. The Saudi "snitches" had shown up, so we were all standing up, dressed to impress. The guy on break started screaming into his radio "They are all gone, they are all DEAD. Oh god, call 911"
We could hear him screaming from near the elevators. He was loosing his shit for everyone to hear. The Saudis were terrified. Even the thought of some violence against them, put them into a state of panic. They were completely useless as body guards. Our guy was hysterical at this point. We were all looking at each other trying to figure out WTF was wrong with him. Our shift supervisor couldn't get a word in because "Break Boy" was losing his mind.
I pulled my weapon and cautiously started heading up the stairs to the 4th floor. That's where I thought the screaming was coming from. As I looked over the top step towards the elevator, Break Boy had HIS gun out and was crouched next to the elevator. In house security was responding to numerous calls about a man screaming on the 4th floor. I had to chill him out, befoe he shot some rich tourist or a security officer.
"Break Boy" it's me, _______ chill out." "Everything is OK, calm the fuck down." "How do I know it's really you?" "You had better calm down or you are going to spend the night in the Beverly Hills Jail, if I don't shoot you first....." After a few more tense moments Break boy re-holstered his handgun and stood up like nothing happened.
I walked him down to our command post and sat him down. The shift supervisor was on the verge of a major cardiac episode. Saudis were coming out of their rooms. The secret service came out of hiding and the in house guys wandered up after calming down the 4th floor. "Break Boy" apparently had hit the wrong button on the elevator. When he got out of the elevator and didn't see any of us, he lost his shit. Anyone else would have just looked at the bronze plaque that indicated 4th floor and gotten back in the elevator.
We disturbed the Princes card game. So he sent out his #1 man to sort the thing out. That created all sorts of drama. After a batch of finger pointing and screaming in Arabic, Break Boy was fired on the spot. The secret service tried to tell their boss that they had been in the middle of the cluster, defending the Prince. They forgot everything was being recorded out in the hallways and got reamed for lying. The only ones that didn't get yelled at were me and the other two "hall monkeys."
It was one of many evenings to remember.
Would make great day time TV drama!
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