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A Charredtorso story.

WHERE, WHERE?

The following is a 4 year old story that vanished a while back. I thought the new crop of Kaotic's would enjoy the following.

I was working out in 'sleepy hollow' and had been off field training and probation for over a year. The department asked me to show a veteran officer the city. He had just done a lateral transfer from another department. It was his intention to work as little as possible, get an 'inside job' and coast until he could retire in 12 years, he blended in with 70% of the cops in sleepy hollow.

We were driving around, not doing much of anything. I was serving as a tour bus driver when we got a 211 in progress call (armed robbery) at a jewelry store in town. It turned out we were right in front of the jewelry store. I put us out over the radio and looked over at my partner'. His eyes were bugged out and there was a look of sheer panic on his face. I pointed at the store "It's right over there..."

Normally, in sleepy hollow, these alarm calls were some stupid minimum wage employee activating the silent alarm while digging around around or under the cash register or hitting the panic button attached to the show cases by accident. It was my intent to scare the living shit out of the clerk and make them a little smarter in the process, for that purpose, I broke out the shotgun and trotted over to the corner of the store.

I peeked into the shop and to my utter amazement, there were two young Negro gentlemen with guns in their hands and a big bag for collecting cash and loot. I put out a brief broadcast, requesting additional units, advising that this was a real crime. A quick glance back at my cop car had my partner still sitting in the front seat with terror in his eyes. I waved to him frantically to get his ass over to help me!

Another two officer unit arrived and positioned themselves on the far end of the parking lot for the store. With their reparations in hand, along with their guns down by their sides, the two young gentlemen walked out of the store. I shouted some very politically incorrect instructions to them, that they ignored until I racked a round into the shotgun. They became very compliant very quickly. The other two officers quickly had the suspects searched and cuffed.

I looked for my 'partner' who had gotten out of the car and was standing by the curb with his handgun still in his holster. "WHAT THE FUCK, Dude!?"

The new officer quickly realized that he wasn't going to get his cushy office job, because most of the rest of the cops that were there before him had the same idea. Six months later he tried to get retirement for Carpel Tunnel Syndrome (we didn't write that much paper) and he was fired for not completing field training and probation.

When I transferred to the ghetto police department they stuck me in Background Investigations right after field training. Check out WHAT'S IN YOUR CLOSET stories in my favorites...

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