Well, that was a more...exciting? day than I'd banked on.
Work, right now...it's kids killing kids. Parents killing kids. Just...pretty depressing, really.
Today we headed out on a lead about where a teenager we were looking for was.
I was walking up the little path to the door, looked down as I checked my flies (it's habit!). Saw a red laser dot on my front and yelled...something, I don't even know what yet... and dived for the ground.
The DC I was with hit the floor the other side of the garden wall. We called it in. ARV arrived fairly swiftly after, although it felt a long time then.
And...well, we all waited. A long time. My DC could get away, once we had backup, by crawling along the wall. But I was stuck behind some fairly ripe smelling bins. Cover about 2ft wide, three ft tall, and I had to keep my legs tucked in.
Negotiator arrived and everyone just dug in for the long haul. Except everyone else had somewhere a bit comfier than me.
To cut a very long and boring story short, the negotiator worked it out in the end - with the help of the boy's mum, and it turned out he only had a plastic gun and a laser pointer. Although the murder we want him for is a shooting. They're still searching the house, so might find something, but they probably borrowed the real gun, hired it, something like that.
Arsenal only drew.
And...well, I'm pretty done in, so I'll leave it there, put a very clingy Sherlock to bed and get some rest with John.
I'll leave you to ponder this. Official police issue. ANy ideas on what it is?