Monday, April 4, 2011
We had a little training at the dojo last night, then rolled out at 2130. Attending were Ronin, Fox, King, Sensei, and myself, the always-lovable Redneck.
First we went to the bond-out address, and learned the bailee had moved a couple months before. But the current tenants knew he was living near a mortuary up the street, and in addition to the yellow Mustang we knew about, the family owned a red Mustang and a white Yukon.
So we located the mortuary and canvassed the area for the cars. It didn't take long to find a red one parked two cars behind a yellow one, and there in a driveway was the white Yukon. So we made entry there and got that guy. No sweat. Funny how his mother had "heart problems," like they all do.
Then we went for another. When we hit his house King and I were heading around the back when this massive pit bull rounded the corner and came running for us. King was quick with the bear spray, but it's a fog rather than a stream or foam, and there was no wind to clear it out, so when the dog ran and we continued towards the back we walked right into it. There we were, coughing and sneezing, eyes burning, trying to keep an eye on the back. His family told us the bar he was getting drunk at and we headed there and sho 'nuff, there he was.
Then we decided to try for a third. We hit his apartment and he'd moved. No surprise, but we had another address a mile and a half away. So we headed over there and it was a condemned drug house with bullet holes all over it. But in the back, at the granny flat, another pit bull, bigger than the first, on a heavy chain connected to a tiny little rope... Well, we were able to get close enough to the flat to see in other open windows and verify there was no-one there, so no need for the bear spray that time. Personally, I think it's just a matter of time before one of us has to shoot a dog due to lack of time to deploy pepper spray. An attacking pit bull can move pretty fast.
So we got those two to IRC and dealt with the usual shenanigans from the staff there. Not bad as these things go, just over two hours. But somehow, we just didn't have that warm fuzzy feeling! So, we decided to get another one.
We hit a drive-through for some sustenance and headed down to Koreatown for another one. This was, by far, the easiest arrest we ever made. The guy was leaving his apartment as we rolled up, so it was a simple matter to clip him up and haul him away. Being the nice guy that I am, I even took his backpack up to his apartment for him! (Real reason - they don't accept backpacks as property at IRC.) This guy claimed the name he gave the cops and the court was a fake name, and that that's why he didn't go back.
Final tally: Three arrests, 12 hours all told.