The Rookie

The chase

I sat back in the passenger seat, and let out a loud sigh, I took off my sunglasses rubbed my face, and put them back on. I attempted to collect myself, but it was hard. Even though Barrett had broken up with me awhile ago. I hadn't seen her since then, and had still been bitter from time to time about it. I could feel Regan looking at me, but she didn't say anything. She had pulled a U-turn and set us back up in the parking lot to continue our radar, we made brief eye contact and I opened my mouth to try and explain myself, but Regan cut me off.

"Well it seems to me you know everyone today...?!" she said lightly and let out a sigh. "The thing is, in this job we will see people we know and considering you're a townie you'll know more people than me, because I'm a blow in from Jersey." She said pausing looking over her sunglasses at me. "No matter the relationships we had or have with these people, when we're in uniform it's best we remember why we're here....to do our job." She nodded a few times as if agreeing with herself. She turned her attention back to the road and turned on the radio and fiddled through the channels. She landed on 9.29 FM a local morning talk show that was crude but hilarious, it also played music. We pulled over some more cars, and Regan seemed to open-up a little to me, I learned she was in fact married to Brad, they had two boys, Chris and Luke. She was formerly a cop in New Jersey and they recently moved here in the last few years.

Just as we became more comfortable with each other the radio went off, "dispatch to cars 210, 101,301, and 910." The radio gave a short burst of static after the transmission. Regan with out thinking picked up the mic and answered, "Car 210, clear go ahead." The other cars answered with the same reply. There was a small amount of silence as we waited for an answer. "Car 210, 101, 301, and 910 can you respond to # 46 main st, we have a distraught female on the phone, she is saying she and her son we're just in a verbal argument, and he left the house on foot with a red back pack, she believes he has a handgun in the bag." Regan's eyebrows formed a straight line in concern, "10-4 , car 210 responding." She replied quickly letting the mic go, it was magnetic, so it snapped back into place, the other officers acknowledge they were responding as well, and she threw the car in drive, flipped on the lights and sirens and took off out of the parking lot. She looked at me briefly and sighed shaking her head. "Well this isn't the first call I hoped we would get, but I guess we're jumping right in, hope your ready just follow everything I do." She said sternly and just like that Regan had switchedback to her serious matter of fact tone but I understoof given the situation.

As we pulled onto Main st the other three cruisers seemed to appear out of nowhere, they all shut their lights and siren off, and parked a few feet back. We all got out of the cars I faintly heard over the radio someone saying "all units off on Main st." Regan and Caitlin pulled out their sidearms, I followed suite keeping mine at the low ready. Officer Sears took the patrol rifle out of his car, as did the Sgt. They both stayed by Sears cruiser opening the doors to use as cover. The Sgt on the passenger side grabbed the mic for the exterior speaker and announced our presence. As I looked at the house the mother was at the front door still on the phone with what I assumed was our dispatch center. On the front lawn was her son with his red backpack screaming and shaking his arms wildly, he continued to yell something I couldn't understand. He turned around as Regan, Caitlin and myself all slowly approached him, I felt like a sitting duck out in the open, but I didn't see him with a gun. His eyes went wide then back to angry he turned back towards his mother, "You called the fucking cops, you bitch!" he sneered and spat.

Sgt. Pierce with the mic in his hand began giving commands over the external speaker on the cruiser. Luckily it was a weekday, so no one was around in the neighborhood, and it was a dead end with a cul-de-sac. The boy looked to be in his late teens, he had on jeans and a plain black t-shirt, with a backwards black fitted hat. He turned around as we drew closer, I could hear the Sgt give him the command to put his bag down and step away from it. He started to get nervous and fidget with the strap of the bag, he took it off his shoulder and threw it at Caitlin and he ran off on foot. I holstered my weapon, and took off after him, he was headed towards the wooded area on the side of his house. As we approached the tree line, I reached out to grab his shirt, and gain control of him. But just then Regan came flying by me mid air and tackled him like a football player. My eyebrows shot straight up in surprise as they landed hard on the ground, Caitlin came up next to me and pulled out her hand cuffs. I grabbed control of his legs and crossed them at the ankles pinning him down while Regan readjusted herself to grab his arms. Caitlin put her cuffs on him and kept a hold on him as they sat him up. Regan stood up brushing the grass off herself, she clicked her portable on and it beeped.