WORK RELATED FUN.
So we started the hunt, as I mentioned, a few days ago. My partner gets a line on one of the guys, which to his credit I'd already written off as unfindable because of a language barrier. So, long story short, because of a bit of internet help from me and a bunch of pavement pounding, he gets a lock on where the guy is. So he goes over with one of my partners and knocks on the door.
Guy fires 2 .45 hollowpoints through the door and doubletaps him, center mass. The vest he was wearing was a light fire vest and only certified to about a .38 caliber. If it weren't for the door, they'd have blown through his vest like paper and I'd be short one partner. He's fine, now, bruised sternum and ribs, but fuck. That was rather close.
Hazards of the job, I know, but now the guy's disappeared and instead of being a few grand ahead, he's now totally gone and we're certain never to see him again, unless he gets it into his head to track down my partner, who he's seen, and take out the people going after him. Crap part of it is my partner has a huge, very recognizable truck, so it's not like finding him would be very hard. I'm now on the mission of "wear the vest when you go out for a while, just to be safe".
Here I am, a state away, unable to offer any assistance but using my computer skills to try to further track the guy. The kicker is were I there I know I could have caught the guy with no issues, because of the parkour training, and the big fucking gun I tend to carry in case he decided to take a shot at me. I feel so damn useless right now.
Guy fires 2 .45 hollowpoints through the door and doubletaps him, center mass. The vest he was wearing was a light fire vest and only certified to about a .38 caliber. If it weren't for the door, they'd have blown through his vest like paper and I'd be short one partner. He's fine, now, bruised sternum and ribs, but fuck. That was rather close.
Hazards of the job, I know, but now the guy's disappeared and instead of being a few grand ahead, he's now totally gone and we're certain never to see him again, unless he gets it into his head to track down my partner, who he's seen, and take out the people going after him. Crap part of it is my partner has a huge, very recognizable truck, so it's not like finding him would be very hard. I'm now on the mission of "wear the vest when you go out for a while, just to be safe".
Here I am, a state away, unable to offer any assistance but using my computer skills to try to further track the guy. The kicker is were I there I know I could have caught the guy with no issues, because of the parkour training, and the big fucking gun I tend to carry in case he decided to take a shot at me. I feel so damn useless right now.