Got shot at today!
Okay, wasn't really bullets, they were simmunition rounds, but still. Picture getting a call for a suicidal guy hanging around the back of a warehouse drinking, unaware of weapons possession.
So I wander on over there hopping lightheartedly from cover to cover... both drill instructors, scenario instructor from the STOP team (state police swat team) watching me. I saw a beer bottle and knew I was getting close ... and there he was, around the corner, Darth Vader (as he was accurately nicknamed by another student officer), a 6'3 built like a brick you-know-what black dude with a shiny shaved head and a .45 in his hand. POINTED AT ME!
So I went OH SHIT and scurried back to my cover, a bullet whizzing by my head. He's screaming "KILL ME KILL ME!" and I'm screaming "PUT THE WEAPON DOWN!" This went on for a while, or what seemed like a while, and ended up with him dead and me unhurt, which rocked. Was told for the rest of the day "outstanding job, Sorrell! Best yet!"
That was my excitement. Also chased a guy into the woods.
Next week ...boxing and oc spray.
Dude, I love cops.