Last night the Sgt in my neighboring sector took a DV call and the suspect fled before we got there.
Me and another officer went to the city of XXXXXX to try and hook him for assault but the address the wife gave was bogus.
Just prior to leaving XXXXX (my) city limits to try and find him, the Sgt's final words were, "no drama outside the city limits, if the guy won't open the door, just walk away."
No problem since the address was phoney.
I gotta take a raging piss so we go 3 blocks towards the airport and turn into a 7/11 so I can handle my business.
A guy jumps from his car and dead sprints towards the other patrol car and starts yelling that another male, who just walked into 7/11 had brandished a handgun and threatened him.
So much for no drama.
At least I had done the smart thing and had told my dispatcher to let city XXXX's dispatch know we were in their sandbox and why.
So I got a good angle to shoot with a good backdrop of a rock retaining wall and the other officer got his engine as cover...now we got him "L'ed" out. and we won't have to put rounds into the place where customers were standing if he comes to the door and starts shooting.
Of course we called out on it and County is enroute....the guy had just committed the act as we were pulling into the parking lot and that's why he went back inside.
I can see him and he sees our patrol cars outside so he won't come out.
I'm kicking people out of the lot and actually making people put their product down and leave the inside by waving 'em out and when they look confused, showing them my gun.
That worked well.
As county is arriving the jerk walks out and of course, no hablo. I utilize my survival spanish, telling him to show me his hands a couple of times, but he's eating a burrito with his gun hand and has a sack of suds in the other.
So I bums rushed him, hooked my left arm under his right armpit, placing my hand on his shoulder (I'm at his right side at a 90 deg angle to his torso and my hand is now on the back side of his shoulder) and I rotate his arm up and back, towards the sky and his head towards the pavement, trying to keep his right hand away from his right side because that is where the victim said the gun was.
This manuever, which I'm sure someone has invented, patented, and sold in the large glossy ads in a gun magazine somewhere, but which I kinda made up on the fly last night, worked very well and his face went forward and then down into the sidewalk. I was able to do this and actually re-holster while holding onto the arm.
County then jumped 3 sets of knees into his back and he was cuffed.
The gun (later id'ed as airsoft Walther .380 replica) had been ditched onto a shelf inside but was recovered.
I got back in my patrol car to see a waiting msg from the sgt, joking luckily, "I'm gonna skin and gut the both of you."
That sir, is the kinda of luck I have....