by J. Bucello Tue Jun 07, 2011 4:30 am
**I dial the number a second time.**
Voice: 'What do you want?'
Me: 'It's time to put the gun down.'
Voice: 'This is my gun and my ammo. What, you scared?'
Me: 'Sir...actually, what's you're name.'
Voice: 'Joe F. Police.'
Me: 'Sir, we have an entire team assembled out here, ready to go into the house, and a sharpshooter across the street. Don't move away from the windows; he has a thermal scope. Do you understand now? We see everything that you do, we can shoot you at any time, and we're going to do everything to get you to come outside.'
((Of course, the sharpshooter has no thermal scope, but it puts the suspect on edge and makes him care less about the broken-out window.))
Voice: 'So I'm just going to stay in here.'
Me: 'And be a prisoner in your own house? Let me ask you something: do you like techno music?'
Voice: 'F*cking hate that fake music.'
Me: 'That's a shame; I had some tunes I wanted you to hear.'
**I turn on the LRAD system, which emits a loud high-frequency noise at the target (the house).**
Voice: 'What the f*ck!'
Me: 'I'll turn it off when you want to talk.'
Voice: 'And if I don't?'
Me: 'We make it louder and turn on the floodlights. You can talk to us, or you can fight us. I'm more than happy to sit and talk, but you need to keep that gun away.'
Voice: 'Well, there's no talking here. You just have to leave a man to his house. All of you wanna-be-army pigs can go run along.'
**The line goes dead again. I decide to turn the LRAD on a higher setting.**
"COPA, I'll be drawing up an entry plan. Notify me if any officer sees him leaving the building. We're ending this, one way or another, by eight o'clock tonight." (The last thing we want is to draw this out like it's Waco.)