We drive in a tight formation to the point where we have agreed to meet. Me and the other handler get out and enter one of the other vans to continue. We wait for a few moments. There is tension in the air and everyone has their job to do.
The line of Police vehicles begin to move off slowly. We wait, by the door. The radios give conflicting messages as some us are on one channel whilst others are on a differing channel. The people who make the decisions are talking to each other. The convoy stops again. From the rear of the van there is nothing to see. We move off, again.
I feel the van turn one way, then another. I hear the relayed locations and picture in my mind the route towards our target.
It is early. Very early. It is the time for morning workers, for postal workers, paper workers and milk delivery people to be at their chores. Unwelcome visitors also go about their business.
This morning we will be the unwelcome visitors.
This morning someone will be in for a bit of a surprise. They will be receiving an early morning call that they did not expect. The line of vehicles slows to a silent and covert halt. The doors are quietly opened and the Police sardine squad roll out to seek the cover of the nearby building lines as they stretch out squashed limbs. We are there too.
We assemble in our pre-arranged line and take a close position behind the door entry team. Within a few seconds we are in position and the door team go to work. As the door goes in we hear the sound that everyone dreads.
Suddenly we are alone. We have enough space to swing a dozen cats and deal with the menace that lies within. We are confronted by a beast with teeth enough for three dogs and a matching bad attitude. We are positive and the beast is swiftly restrained and subdued. The rest of the team speed through the gap we have created and move to secure and locate within a trice, like a well oiled machine. The shouts of this and that secure, how many people are located and where they are echo around the place. The next wave enter and the system begins.
The beast is really not that bad and needs a friend for reassurance, which he gets. I can’t blame the dog but I can blame the irresponsibility of the owner.
The surprise of our early morning call catches out those who should really be incarcerated. The search is thorough and turns up some welcome results. Some wanted persons, some property recovered and some illegal drugs. This is only the beginning.
This morning we were unwelcome visitors, but on our terms. It felt good.
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Sorted. Job done:)
Bravo! Keep it up. How long will the scrotes be inside for?
Oooh!
I’ve gone all itchy reading that! Well written… you certainly manage to capture the tension ……and the naughty people.