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Rate This | Posted about 2 years ago

 

i was unsure which tale of woe to use, so, you are hereby treated to some more ramblings and reminiceings from what some of you younguns refer to as a dinosaur.


i am working organized crime in an undercover capacity, seems a member of an organized crime  crew whom i had gone to school with in the 4th and 5th grades was locked up and is entering the system. He has been arrested, printed, and is being transferred to a holding cell facility in the 78th precinct overnight to await arraignment in the morning.I had worked in this precinct many years before and had an intimate knowledge of the workings and still had a few friends there. We install a recording device in my cell taped under the metal bunk and lock me in a cell awaiting a wagon load of prisoners to join those of us already jailed. this precinct holds both male and female detention facilties and about 16 male cells.   This target of ours, his name was Vito, was taken out of his bed at this girlfriend house and had nothing on him except his clothes on his back and I had 2 packs of marlboro and a wad of cash. We had the cell attendant put Vito right next to my cell and we are locked in for the night.  After an hour or so, I light up a cigarette, and after a few drags, i hear a voice from the next cell-Yo pal, ya got an extra smoke? I light one up and hand it around the bars to the occupant next door-Vito.


About one a.m., the cell attendant, actually an occb lieutenant in disguise, comes around checking the cells when i approach him in a voice i am sure vito can hear-


Uhh, excuse me officer, any chance you can get me some food if i offer to pay for your lunch also? Whadda ya got in mind,  he says.


Look, i tell him, I aint eaten all day.  Heres a hundred dollar bill,  hows about 2 packs of marlboro a couple of sandwichs and something to drink-scotch would be nice. and you can keep the change.


awhile later the cell attendant, lieutenant w., shows up with a bag containing a sixpack of beer 2 packs of smokes, and two really great hot pastrami sandwichs with fries from this famous irish bar and restaurant on flatbush ave.


Now, you can imagine Vito is going crazy as the smell of cigarettes, and now hot pastrami is entering his cell next door-but what i really think brought him over the edge was when i popped the lid off my first budweiser-POPPP. I had him.  Hey pal? vito says, if theres any left over,  ya know, and can i get another butt from you? Sure,  name is mike- hi iam vito. I pass half a sandwich and a beer next door to vito and for a while it is quiet while we eat. The cell attendant comes around again and i ask if he has a deck of cards i could borrow- i would repay him when i ordered breakfast- sure he says and produces cards and then i hook him by saying, you wouldnt care to play a little cards officer? Maybe a little later, he says, i still got things to do.  How about letting the guy next door in here with me, let us play a little while, we aint bad guys, we'll take care of ya. so the attendant unlocks vitos cell and around the corner comes vito into my cell and the look on his face is just what i hoped for. I know you-hey pal, how they hanging, long time huh, We sit and finish the rest of my food and beer, i give vito a pack of smokes for himself and we enter in conversation about things which were recorded and placed into evidence, a little while later,  the attendant shows up with two more sixpacks of beer and the three of us played cards till about 6am when he leaves to pick up  breakfast for us and himself-in front of vito i throw the c op another hundred dollar bill and give vito one since he had no cash on him. We have breakfast together in my cell and continue our private conversations regarding business and promise to meet on the outside when we make bail. Right before we are chained up to be transported to criminal court for arraignment, 2 occb detectives come into the cells and take me out stating rather loudly, that my fingerprints were screwed up and i would have to be reprinted before going to arraignment so off vito goes to court and after a bit, i and my recorder are taken out of the cells, i am put, in cuffs, in the back of an unmarked car, and taken to my office where the tapes is vouchered into evidence and i do about 4 hours of typing up dd5's on the results of this operation. Vito and i meet a few weeks later for lunch, i am introduced to a few of his guys, my credentials with this mob crew are now made. I have done what an undercover officer is supposed to do.   later.


 

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Rate This | Posted about 2 years ago

 

Poor Vito, LOL Mikie suckered him good !!!! LOL


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Rate This | Posted about 2 years ago

 

Mikie,


Nicely done!

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Rate This | Posted about 2 years ago

 

haha the scent of hot pastrami and fries'll do it.  Keep it coming on.

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Rate This | Posted over 1 year ago

 

i believe this story was recalled in my brain due to a news article posted by one of our brothers recently, it was a story of a running gun battle between an officer and a perp -


IT WAS ABOUT 2 WEEKS AGO, it was about 0630 and i am as usual, at the computer, weather, local news, cnn for national news,  then policelink, i am on my second cup of coffee when my neighbor knocks on my door, he never does this, both he and i are private people but we are friendly to each other while coming and going. Are you okay? he asks, I heard  you screaming last night and almost came over to check on you but i didnt see your lights on and you quieted down so i let it go, he says. Screaming? i says?  maybe i left the tv on while watching a movie and fell asleep, sorry to bother ya dude. As he is walking away, i stand at the door watching him and rubbing the sore spots, four of them, right across my chest, about mid way, about where the sternum is, i can almost feel the bullets impacting, one, two, three, four, just like it was a dream, THANK GOD IT WAS. but i have had this dream at least five times that i can remember.


That night, it musta  been about 0330 because i awoke right after, i broke out of the dream/NIGHTMARE, screaming SHOOT HIM, SHOOT HIM, SHOOT HIM,  as i watched this perp, we had been engaged in a running gun battle, turn towards me, i had been taking cover behind some parked autos on the sidewalk side (funny, i had stopped typing this thinking i wish i could draw a picture of the scene instead of trying to type the words to describe the scene and while i am pausing i notice my hands are shaking right over the keyboard, enough so that it sounds like morse code lightly tapping on the keyboard surface.) Okay, where wuz i? i am on the sidewalk side, behind parked autos, sidewalk, people screaming and running at my back, stores along the entire length of the block, this mutt, an early twenties male black, comes between two parked cars and flanks me on my right and starts to run diagonally towards the building line on the sidewalk, he looks to his right while running and slowly with his right hand, raises up a 9mm room broom, you know the kind, a cheapo mac 10 immitation by keltech or something, and looks me square in the eyes and sweeps the barrel in front of me. I can see it coming, i cannot shoot, there is a civilian, male, large with a dark coat running in front of me in the same direction, trying to get to the building line for cover, i look to my left and the anti crime cop from the 88th pct is there, i dont have a shot,  i reach to the civilian in front of me to push him out of the way, i can see the 88 cop is clear and i am yelling,  shoot him,  shoot him, shoot him, but as i look back towards the perp, the civilian has stumbled and fallen and this mutt looks at me again and shoots, spraying right across my chest, i can see his gun jump in his hand as flash after flash (damn shaking)  and round after round strike me across the torso, 1, 2, 3, 4. I guess i woke myself up with the screaming, i was soaked with sweat,shaking, and i swear on all that is sacred, i have four spots across my chest that are very sore immitating points of impact.


Ususally at a time like this i would take ole Colt the wonderdog out for a walk and calm down but since his passing i shall take myself out for a walk and continue with the actual occurence.

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Rate This | Posted over 1 year ago

 

Ok a short one from me... Mike you yanked one out of me.  I'll try to come up with some other ones.


Was probably 3 or 4 years in working in TD33.  Me and my partner were steady mobile car at this time on 4x12s, much to the chagrin of the older "more experinenced" officers.  But me and my partner were aces and all the guys knew they could count on us in a jam.  The bosses rewarded us for our collective smarts and activity.  Transit only put out two cars (plus the road boss) to cover 9 precincts.  Well my steady partner was on SV (scheduled vacation) and they had me partnered up with another guy, left the job to become a land pirate (fireman).  Call comes over for two males matching the description of perps sought in regards to a transit robbery pattern sought by the Transit Robbery Squad (of which I had the grace of becoming a member of to get my gold) at the Chauncy Street subway station on the "J" line.  Call was coming from the token clerk. (6 wire for any of yea ole tunnel rats out there).  I was about two blocks out and silently cruised the car to the station.  Over a few sidewalks along broadway if I recall correctly.  Run up the stairs and the hit the mezz, token clerk points to the Queens bound Platform.  Northbound on the "J" line.  Every other line northbound was headed into Manhattan.  Walk up to the plat "perp 1" M/H 20's standing right at the top of the stairs. I grab him, pin him on the wall, and tell the kid working with me "cuff him".  Kid didn't know what hit him.  He grabs him. "Perp 2" M/B dreadlocks 25-30 about 20 to 30 feet down the platform trying to act as if he is not paying attention.  I walk towards him "Don't move" he takes off running down the plat.  I chase after throwing the persuit over the radio.  No where for him to go except off the structure or on the tracks.  Im thinking if he hits the tracks he is going to Broadway Junction (TD33s Home Station)  no worries there will be 50 cops waiting for him there.  Nope he hits the end of the platform and jumps down onto the awning over the closed ends stairway and jumps to the street.  Im right behind him, Sgt now 100 feet behind me.  I go over the top and onto the awning.  From the Sgt.'s vantage he cant see the awning and thinks I jumped down to the street as he screams "JASON!!!! NO!!!!!!!"   Ripped my unifrom shirt to threads trying to slide after this mutt, he jumped down to the street with me after him and right into the Ocean Hill houses where I unfortunately lost sight of him.  Perp 1 got picked out in lineups, the squad got the collar, and I got another "cop of the month" award and an EPD (when I still bothered to right up for them).  Never did get perp 2, but our eyes locked a week later when I passed him in the car again.  By the time I turned around he was gone.  Again...  I heard from the street he robbed the "wrong guy's" mother and was treated to some street justice, but I can unfortunately not validate this claim.


Have ASP will travel.

Justice is the one thing you should always find, you gotta saddle up your boys you gotta draw a hard line.

When the gun smoke settles we'll sing a victory tune and we'll all meet back at the local saloon.

And we'll raise up our glasses against evil forces singing whiskey for my men beer for my horses.

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Rate This | Posted over 1 year ago

 

hey my brother, how they hangin? great tale, thanks for posting the story plus posting all your recent responses and news articles and pics. you have made a great active addition to policelink, see what happens when ya get the gold shield, lotsa time,sitting on your rump, to play on the computer.  lol.


now to what has caused a reoccuring nightmare.  Patches and i are working a 4-midnight in 77 anticrime and we are told by the sergeant at roll call that we are to head over to the 88th precinct and team up with their anti crime team and others from the 13th division (13th division was in brooklyn north, bed-stuy do or die, and consisted of 4 precincts now that the 80 had closed down and integrated with the 77.) The anti crime teams were to coordinate with 13th Homocide squad detectives in their search of an active gang of shooters wanted for violence and mayhem including homocides. The squad had active warrants and stakeouts and sweeps were going to be conducted and attempts to haul in the gang thought to number in the 20's all thought to be considered armed and dangerous.  While patches and I are heading towards the 88th pct, patches is driving, we hear over the radio; "88 ANTI-CRIME TO CENTRAL K, 10-85 FORTHWITH such and such location, i believe it was on dekalb ave somewhere. Patches guns it, we are driving an old blue plymouth duster, no sirens or lights installed, what an undercover auto is supposed to look like,  we pull to the right to let a marked RMP (radio motor patrol)  from the 88 pass us and follow it to the destination, over the radio the location was upgraded to a schoolyard off dekalf avenue, then a signal 10-13 was broadcast "shots fired at location". The marked RMP flies thru the intersection we are responding to and joins the many other cars  up the block on the side of the school  yard. We later find out the homocide squad detectives along with the day tour anti crime teams had spotted a few of the wanted perps  gathering in said schoolyard and decided to move in. As we approach the intersection with dekalb avenue, we spot an unoccupied detectives car in the middle of the avenue with a detective in suit and tie struggling to hold down a suspect off to our left while holding what appears to be a cut off shotgun, the perps.  Danny heads to assist the detective since he is on dannys side of the car and i head off on foot ahead and off to my right, where, across the street i can see almost a skirmish line of plainclothes and  uniforms cops herding a group towards me.  Some perps and down and being cuffed, some are struggling,  some running and jumping over benches, some climbing the 10foot high chain link fence to escape in all directions, a few shots are heard,  not sure whether it is perps or police, and a few have made it the fence across the street from me and have managed to duck under the fence where the bottom had been broken free from the retaining pipes thus allowing people to escape the bowed out fence bottom. One perp turns towards me and four other police officers and fires 3 shots while across the street and starts to run  down dekalb ave away from us,  there was a group of five or so that had escaped under the chain link fence across the street, people are running, shouting, cops are yelling for everyone to get down and freeze to the bad guys, another in the group turns and lets go with a burst of automatic fire which sends everyone, me first, heading for cover. I am ducking behind the cars parked on my side of the street, a 88 anti crime cop to my left, 2 uniform cops take off to my right trying to catch up with the 1st shooter we saw running in that direction. all of a sudden about 3 cars down to the right of me, almost like he was gonna try to shoot the uniform cops that had just ran past there, comes another perp, clearly armed with what i call a room broom, a mac 10 cheapo immitation auto, right onto the sidewalk to my right about 25-30 feet away moving slowly in a crouch in a diagonal direction away from me towards the  building line.  I am there in the open, i start to move diagonally with the perp towards the building line hoping to get into a doorway,  i can see the 88 cop off to my left moving with me, and then  this mutt looks to his right, right at me, square in the eyes and brings his gun slowly up towards me, a huge blurr, a male civilian wearing a dark overcoat is half running and stumbling now right in front of me heading to the same small doorway for refuge i am, all this happens inside of 3 seconds, i cannot get a shot at the perp because of this civilian in front of me, i am yelling to the cop to my left, SHOOT HIM, SHOOT HIM, SHOOT  HIM. because if he doesnt, i am going to get shot along with the civilian and god knows who else, i reach out with my left hand to grab the civilian in front of me to get him out of the way, i guess to half get him out of the line of fire of  the perp and half to allow me to fire upon the perp, anyway, this big guy in the dark overcoat stumbles as i grab him and falls back and into my legs sending us both reeling to the ground. I am looking up at the sky with my right leg under this guy and rounds are going off in both directions. Bad guy is hit by the anti crime officer and a uniform officer with multiple rounds and he goes down. I am seeing tunnel vision, things are blurred, hearing is deafened alot, danny is over me yelling but i cant hear him too well,  he is pulling me out from under the civilian, Are you okay? are you hit? i am bleeding from the nose and head where i had fallen and where the civilian had struck me in the nose as he fell onto me. I look over at the perp lying on the pavement 10 yards away with a group of cops surrounding him and then remember as i was falling backwards, watching the gun the in the perps hand jumping as round after round was fired, aimed right across my chest, missing me, just. and i can still to this day see the look in the perps eyes as he turned towards me and slowly brought his gun up and began to fan it towards me.


i really did not enjoy writing this story and a few times was tempted to edit and erase it.  m.

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Rate This | Posted over 1 year ago

 

never edit or erase Dear One, this is your catharsis. If you don't deal with the emotions and pain the job left you with, you will never heal. PL is a good safe place to let go of the memories.


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Rate This | Posted over 1 year ago

 

thanx mama c., uhh, catharsis?? is that when the doctor stuck that long tube with the tv-uh-oh never mind.