Chicago Heat

Officer Richards

On the radio I hear about shots fired in West Englewood, which is no surprise to me. I turn on the lights as I bust down the street at high speeds and try to get through the traffic. I finally get to the scene to something I hate to see. I pull over to the curb and turn off the lights. I open the door and close it beheind me. There is two other squad cars that surround the house and a few other officers hide behind the squad cars. I move closer as I slowly hence over and get to one of the cars.

Hey Sarge, what’s happening here? My sergeant looks at me before addressing the situation to me. Well Mr. Reynolds here has always been someone we try to keep in check. But know he has flown off the fucking hinges and he needs to be controlled as soon as humanly possible. He has not been shooting for a few minutes and we are waiting for the SWAT team to arrive. I peer my head up and see the window seal as an shadow moves away from the window.

Sarge no offense to your judgement, please listen before you make this call. The SWAT team is going too take to long to get here and he could kill himself by the time they get here. If he is this much of an danger to everyone we need to act now. Sarge sighs as he nods his head in agreement and he issues hand signals to tell the other officers to move closer to him.

Okay boys, we have to handle this situation now. I have come up with an beautiful idea, as I am the sergeant for an dame good reason. Richards and I will move forward as the rest of you make sure to cover us if he answers us with more firepower. Any questions? Good, let’s get this shit done. He moves forward and I follow behind him as we sprint towards the window. But thankfully the scene is not erupted with gunfire but silence still fills the air. We get to the window and we take a second to settle down. I duck under the window and get to the door. I latch on to the door knob and throw the door open to see an gun sticking out from Mr. Reynolds hands as he is waiting for us at the kitchen. He fires of an shotgun blast that makes me duck beheind his couch. The Sergeant runs in after and fires an few blasts before he moves back. He then goes beheind the wall of the door. Mr. Reynolds peers out firing another blast that flies over the couch and misses both of us. He then bolts it towards the back door, as he moves through the kitchen. He throws the back door open and we follow beheind with sudden pace.

As we move down the stairs and go into he backyard. He starts to jump over the fence, as I manage to grab the bottom of his right foot before he can get fully over. He looks down in horror and he swings the but of the gun and it misses my head by mere inches. I throw his foot down as he barrels to the ground and drops the shotgun. I throw my knee on his back and I quickly take out my cuffs. Mr. Reynolds you are being booked for assault on multiple police officers and escaping from an police officer. 

Mr. Reynolds tries to wiggle out, but I bring him up and start to walk to walk into the house. I drag him and back out to the front yard, then to the street. The other officers erupt in claps and they put there guns in the air. I give out an small grin and throw him in the back of my cruiser. I slam his door close and I wipe an few drops of sweat from my right eyebrow. I turn around to see my Sergeant who seems to be happy, which is an weird sight to see. Son you are one crazy motherfucker but you are an dame good cop. I am proud of you, good work today. I take out an big grin and he walks away from me. 

ANOTHER GOOD DAY OF WORK, I do say myself.