took the spiral staircase downstairs to our dispatch center shortly before
midnight last Monday. I had deemed it to be time for bed a half-hour or so
earlier and needed to file the day's reports.
The dispatcher told me that the police had a foot pursuit going although
I'm not sure she knew their exact location. I went out to the apparatus bay
to grab my bunker pants and noticed the blue strobe lights through the glass
doors in front of the rigs. The police were looking for the bad guy right
across the street.
I grabbed a radio from one of the trucks and flipped on the police channel
to listen. They weren't saying much, so I walked outside in front of the
station to watch. They had a couple of officers on foot, the K-9 officer
was looking for a scent to follow and another officer was making laps in
his patrol car. The bad guy was nowhere to be scene.
All of a sudden, a shadow appeared on the roof of the building across the
street. At first, I wasn't exactly sure who it was... but I had a bad feeling
I yelled, "Who's on the roof!?!"
The dark shadow on the roof stopped dead in his tracks. The police on the
ground began to scramble. I knew I had their man.
I could have used my radio, but anyone who has ever met me knows that my
voice can be loud & powerful. As I walked toward the building, I alerted
the officers by yelling, "The roof! The roof!"
"You there! On the roof! Stop! Don't move!"
I guess it's a good thing the guy didn't have a gun, because I certainly
didn't have one to shoot back with. But I had my voice... and that seemed
to be enough. He stopped as I had requested. He began to climb down to the
ground just as the officers rounded the corner with their guns drawn and
the K-9 ready for attack.
The whole thing was a unique experience for me. Bad guys... police and guns...
K-9 dogs in attack mode... It was all quite surreal.
It was especially so if you consider what we had been watching in the living
quarters prior to me coming downstairs...