Patrol centre

*I have the other guy talk to me*

"What happened here sir?"

"I don't know?"

"Are you under the influence sir?"

"No sir."

"Okay so what happened here."

"I hit him."

"How did you?"

"I don't remember."

"Okay sir I am going to give you a field sobriety test. I think you are under the influence."

"Okay sir..."

"SUP2 to COPA, I'm on FST's."

*I conduct FST's and the guy seems under the influence.*

"Stay Right here for me."

* I walk back to my car and grab my PAS device out of the passenger seat and get it out.*

"Okay sir this is your last test, you have to put your lips around this plastic piece and blow as hard as you can until I tell you to stop. It's just like blowing up a balloon."

"Okay sir"

*He takes the test. I wait for the PAS to register. It registers to a .16*

"Okay sir can you turn around, place your hands on the back of your head and interlace your fingers. You are going to jail for DUI. You are way over the legal limit."

*I walk him to my car and throw him in backseat.*

*I run him out on the EAT and he's clear*

Adam Singler
09/29/78
WMA DL# B737274
6754 long's lane

"SUP2 to COPA, I have one in custody for DUI."

"Copy that COPA, we're just dealing with this trucker here, will return to the interstate shortly." I put the radio back on the dash and after finishing off checking all the trucks details, it turns out that it was within the limits for everything but the tire tread.

'Sir, we're going to have to issue you a fix-it citation for the bald tires, do you understand?' I ask the driver. He nods looking glum.
'Yes officer.' He replies.
'Ok, I'm afraid I'm also going to have to give you a citation for no rest period. I'd prefer that you take this vehicle immediately to a garage, get the tires changed, or leave the trailer to be fixed, okay?' He nods again. 'Stay safe sir and tell your boss he should pay those tickets immediately, or we'll get him.' I tell him, and head back to the car with Linda. I start to fill in a few more details about the truck and start to head out to the Interstate.

(If I did anything wrong, say and I'll fix it.)

"Copy SUP-2, Showing you out of service to lockup. I'll get the GS Medic to give the blood test at station, just turn him over to the desk sarge"

"Understood CE, take your time"

K.McGuire wrote:"Standby, Car 1, 911."

*I write down the callers info and write down the info
*I hang up the phone

"Central to Car 8, check on a minor Motor Vehicle Accident in the area of Union Street and French District Road. Both vehicle are off to the side, no injuries, caller would like to file a report."

"Central to Car 1, vehicle is a red newer model Acura sedan in the middle of the lot, occupied by 2. No further description given, I can get the caller back on the line if need be."

''Cop that I should be able to check out that description in the mean time could you gather some more information from the caller, I'll search around.''

"CE-1 is enroute to truck on the interstate." I put the radio back on the dash and turn towards the the Interstate, flicking on the turn signal as I pull onto the road, and see the truck just ahead in the distance, hazard flashers on. I indicated onto the shoulder, and stop around 50 yards behind the truck, realising that if some idiot rear ended us, the last place I'd wanna be was in the back of a semi. I press the hazards on, and all the rear lights as well, and then open my door carefully, pulling on my traffic vest as I climb out and walk around the car to step over the barrier and walk down the path beside the interstate to the truck.

'Hello sir, what's wrong here?' I ask, the driver standing by the side of his truck, which seemed to be broken, or just he was lazy, never too sure.
'Truck's broken down, just managed to get it on the shoulder, and bam, engine spluttered out.' He shakes his head, his longish hair flying around.
'Have you called for any assistance?' I ask, checking round for any other drivers nearby.
'Yeah, called the company and a mechanic, but the mechanics are all busy apparently, and the company guy's on his way from somewhere else in state.' He replies, still shaking his head.
'Alright, I'll be back in a second.' I tell the guy, walking back to our car. I lean towards Linda's side of the vehicle. 'Says the truck's broken down, not entirely sure still, can you run him up on the EAT?' I asked, as I got my radio and transmit a message to COPA. "CE-1 is with the stopped truck now, driver says the truck has broken down, just checking out now. Over." I clipped the radio back on my vest and stood by the car, awaiting the EAT results.

"SUP2 to COPA, Can you start a flat bed tow for my in custody's vehicle, it has major front end damage."

I fill out the tow form and give it to Libor for the tow truck driver. Then a PPD unit pulls up onscene.

"Hey you guys need any help?"

"Hello sir, Can you just help direct traffic for Sgt. Libor."

"Sure thing." He parks his car next to libor's and hops out to go help direct traffic.

I turn to Libor. "Hey are you good here?" He nodds his head.

"Okay then I'll take this guy to the PD quick."

I hop in my drivers seat and put my car in reverse and back up then into drive and make a U-turn and start towards the PD. I shut off my lights on.

"SUP2 to COPA, I'll be enroute to the PD with one, starting mileage 0."

"SUP2 to COPA, arrived at the station, ending mileage 10.6."

I hop out and grab the prisoner out of the back. I then bring him into the station. I put him in a holding cell and the desk sgt tells me he will handle it. I then walk upstairs to go write my report on this.

"SUP2, I will be at the station report writing. I will be out of service except for priorities."

I go into the traffic office and sit down at my desk and write my report.

****EAT****

Plate Number: AJ93 U1J
State: OS (Our State)
Type: 18 Wheeler

***Comeback***
Name: David Jenson
Address: 222 Jackson's Lane
City: Phoxlind
State: OS

Past Record:
None

Current Warrents:
None

****EAT****

'Nothing on him Charlie.' Linda says to me, I thank him and head back to the driver.
'Sir, is anything wrong, feeling ill or sick?' I ask the driver, who does look quite pale.
'No officer, just tired here.' It was understandable, but I want to check it anyway.
'Would you mind if I checked your logbook sir?.' I ask him, he shakes his head and climbs into the cab to grab it.
'Here.' He said, not entirely happily. I flick to the recent time, he'd had his rest breaks, and that was good, but was working for a few days straight, which even with breaks was never safe, but it was nothing to cite him for.
'Ok sir, we'll just wait up for a mechanic.' I tell him, he nods again, looking more suspicious every minute to me.

"Central to any available patrol unit. Check on a 911-misdial at 100 First Avenue, apartment 'Alpha'. On callback homeowner states child was playing with phone. Just confirm no emergency please."

'Ok, he will be going to jail today for dwi. You all ok and got a ride?'

'Ya, I got a tow, they will bring me where I need to go.'


'Ok, I gotta run, good luck.'

*I say as I see the tow pull up.*

"6 to COPA, clear of accident, put me on the 911 open line."

"Understood, it's looking pretty quiet out here, I'll check with PPD if they have any non emergency calls that we can take"

'Sir, would you mind if I asked you a question?' I ask the driver who was glancing around, scared of something, anxious, nervous, I can't tell.
'Uh, sure.'
'What are you transporting?' He looks at me, his eyes open wide in fright.
'Well...uhh...just...books.' He nods, as in agreement with himself. 'Yeah, just books.' He nods again, smiling at me.
'Ok then, so there's just books in the back of the truck?' He nodded, looking more afraid, something was wrong here. As I turned towards the truck, he started to run, leaping over the barrier, and heading off towards the city itself. "CE-1 Foot Pursuit! Requesting back-up on Union Street, man fleeing stopped truck. Over." I put the radio back and started chasing him again. 'Stop, Police!' I shout after him, but he keeps running, I want to draw my pistol, but realise that'll inflame him more.

"6 backing traffic on pursuit, 911 call canceled."

"SUP2 I'm enroute to cover CE1."

"CE-1 still involved in pursuit. He's heading to Donovan's Terrace Intersection. Over." I let go of the button and start to chase after the guy quickly, but he had a head start, and lighter gear to carry. "SUP-2, PC-6, where are you, over?" I transmitted as the guy took a right onto Donovan's Terrace, heading to the Interpass.

*I pull off the interstate heading down Terrace and head for the suspects I cut him off and he runs into the front of my car and falls down and tries to get up. I jump out and tackle him, pinning him down.*

'Stop resisting!

*he continues to struggle and reaches for my gun. I punch him acroos the face and he stays dowm.*

"Suspect resisting arrest, start EMS to standby for possible head injury!"

We pull up right behind Libor

"CE1 is on scene"
We jump out and help with the struggle on the ground

((Libor should have let the dog bite the crap out of him))

(forgot about that, might make an edit )

"PEMS has a unit enroute to scene now, please file a report to causation of injury"
((I'm gonna give a hint here now, you may lie and say he fell, but if it surfaces down the road you lied in a report, you could get in trouble, this could work two ways, to your advantage, or to possibly create tension and move you from active patrol work [to say the training academy] and you can also tell the truth and just get a slap on the wrist for punching someone, and possibly a little more trouble))

I slow down as I reach the scene to see the guy under control. 'Good one whoever caught him.' I say to Linda and Libor, as they're controlling the suspect. 'The truck's still on the interstate, probably something illegal in the trailer, if we get someone else to follow the ambo, we can get the dog to search out the trailer for anything illegal?' I suggest as I kneel down by the guy.

(why would I lie, it would be on video him fighting back reaching for my gun. If we had tazers I would taze him. But we dont, so I used force needed to protect me and restrain him. Would you prefer I lose my gun and get killed?

In real life, officers that punch a suspect for resiting and reaching for his side arm while you are by yourself would not be in ANY trouble. They may be put on short paid leave while court investigates, maybe.

EX: )Seattle Video

(I said you may get in trouble, because if he presses charges, then an investigation takes place, which is not always fun, and i never said I'd beat you. Also, you need to remember, anything you have they can have too. We're not getting into the tazer thing, because there is no need to start that debate again. We've got pepper spray and other non lethal options, such as fists. Punching him in the head is alright so long as you don't cause severe damage, force is fine in moderation, just like you don't shoot a person for cursing at you and resisting arrest, that's all you need to remember )
"Updates CE-1 please"

(Yeah, then we show the video, case last 10 mins and we all go home happy except him .)

"Pc-6, one in custody. EMS can check guy to make sure no injuries, complaining on pain.

"PEMS is due in 2 minutes, pending traffic, since they are non priority right now"
*I fill out the sheet on the screen for request for Additional units
Check - PEMS
Reason - Head injury obtained in a fleeing, possible officer scuttle and accidental knock to the head while resisting arrest
If to civilian, will attorney be contacted? - Most likely not, if so, videos don't show anything incriminating, looks like he fell and the officer and the suspect bumped a few times during the resisting.*

I come roaring up onscene and throw my car in park. The siren automatically shuts off and I jump out of my car.

"Dang! What happened to him? You guys alright?"

'He took a couple of blow while resisting, got EMS coming to transport him to the hospital to check him out.'

*EMS pulls up and starts to talk to him and get him on the stretcher strapped down.*

"6 will be escorting EMS to hospital, traffic will deal with truck."

*We start off toward the hospital code 1, I follow until we get there.*

"6 clear of hospital, they will contact transport unit from ERT once checked out."

"Put me en route to the 911 mis-dial now."

"CE-1 PC-6, we may need dog capabilities when we check over the truck." I transmit with the radio, as me and Linda drive back to the truck, and climb out, turning on the lights, and then preparing to open the rear of the truck.

"10-4, I'm going to check the house, eta 10-15 min."

"Put me out at the mis-dial."

*I walk up, but looks like no one is home anymore. I knock, no answer. Look through windows, all clear.*

"6 clear, no one home, let note in mailbox, en route to assist traffic with truck."

*....*

"6 arriving at truck."

*I get out with my dog and get ready to look around.*

I draw my weapon and cut the plastic that is locking the door.
'Alright Jackson ready?'

"Received both transmission 6."

I come back from the back of the Magnum with a crowbar, and then use it to lever the door of the trailer open. Opening the right door, then the left, and moving out of the way, for Linda to use his weapon if needed, and I use my flashlight to illuminate the inside. 'See anything?' I ask, as we look inside, seeing only largish crates.

'Ok lets send the dog in ok?'

'Alright.' I reply, training the flashlight on the inside of the trailer, the crates were piled up quite high, and there seemed to be an odd odor, but I waited for the dog to go in, as the dog would definitely be better at that stuff.

"Car 6, CE-1, your safety and status?"

"CE-1 to COPA, we're with Car 6, Northbound on the Interstate, carrying out a search on a truck, driver was arrested." I put the radio back on my little mount and step back from the truck a minute. 'Hey Matt, you wanna go check out the cab?' I ask, wondering if there's anything stupid we've missed.

*I help the dog into the back of the trailer in which he jumps over crates to the back and start scratching and barking at a few crate se way back i nthe trailer.*

'Looks like we found something, got a crowbar?'

*ACTIVE STANDBY DUTY ALERT. DORMAT PATROLS NOW ACTIVE. GEAR UP AND PATROL CODE 1, NO TRAFFIC STOPS PLEASE*

"Traffic units, please report to complex to gear up, and act on dormat patrols with patrol units. All units are not to exceed the ERT complex towards Trulit. All Patrols please stay in Phoxlind Area"

"COPA CE-1 and PC6 still searching will be out of here soon. Possible substance found."

I search the cab

I walk back

'Jackson I didnt see anything up there, but libor heres a crowbar'

(Guys, it's who is saying to to who it is at, not the other way around, I'm COPA CE-1, you're CE-1 COPA )

"Understood, if a transport is needed, hand it to PPD they'll handle it. A unit could be in the area within 2 minutes."

(Just going to try to finish up the call so we can get onto the bomb threat)

We open up the box and find nothing.

"CE-1 to COPA go ahead and call city pd to this location and let them finish with this one so we can clear and head on to "hq" over"

Used HQ as a code word just in case the bombers were listening to radio

"Understood, consider it done"

(way to make my dog look bad )

"6 clear, can we get someone secure and transport this, I'll be on a "break.""

'Hmm, I wonder why he ran.' I murmur, as I walk back to our car. "CE-1 to COPA, can we get a heavy tow out on the interstate for the truck, over." I say, putting the radio back as I start up the car, and wait up for Linda and Libor to finish up.

"6 on patrol."

"CE-1 on Patrol"

*As I turn out of the complex on onto the road I grab my mic and key it up*

"PC-8 available in service"

'Hey Matt, just gonna set us up near the Interstate and watch out for traffic violations.' I say as I pull the patrol car out of the complex, and start driving down the Interpass, heading towards the Interstate. I grab the dash radio as we stop at a red light. "CE-1, any 911 calls related to traffic, over." I say as we keep on driving.

*As i'm driving on Keller street I see flashing lights down on fourth avenue and decide to check it out*

*As I pull up I see its a Phoxlind PD car with a green crown vic pulled over*

"PC-8 i'm going to be out at about 415 fourth avenue backing up Phoxlind PD with a traffic stop"

*I flip on my direction bar and step out of my car and put on my jacket and my hat*

*I walk up on the passenger side of the PPD car and see the officer*

'Hey, what do you have?'

'Oh, they were racing another car and these guys were winning so I popped them'

*He says with a slight girn*

'Soungs good, how many in the car?'

'Just the two'

'Ok'

'I'm Dave by the way'

'I'm Will'

'Nice to meet you'

'Yeah, i'm about to hand him his citation'

'Ok, i'll go up with you'

*Will gets out of his cruiser and he walks up to the drivers side and I walk up to the passenger side*

*After the driver signs the ticket they head off and we walk back to our cars*

'Well just another day'

'Yeah, well take it easy Will'

'You too'

*I then walk back to my car and get in and take my hat off and put it in the seat next to me*

"PC-8 to dispatch i'm back available"