ITS A FULL MOON OUT TONIGHT
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
The story you are about to read is true, the characters names have not been used to protect the innocent, the suspects in this case have not been apprehended, if you know of any information that would be useful in solving this case, please place your comment in the comment section.
The City seemed quiet on this Wednesday night as we entered the dungeon we call dispatch. It was dark innside, the floor has been raised about twelve inches to allow computer cables to run to and fro in the Communications center, so the sound of hollow footsteps echoed as we manned our positions, readying ourselves for whatever the night might hold. From all sides of the room, radios were humming, computer screens lit up all over the room, phones ringing, 911 emergencies all over town. Dispatchers nerves were frazzled as they listened intently trying to figure out the outcome of the calls they just received. Tempers flared as tensions increased.
On this night, a young college student just arrived home from a long day at college, as she entered her bedroom to change clothes so she can begin her night of studying for finals, she hears something. What was it? Tension feels the room as she looks around, and there he is standing outside of her window, an older white male, wearing khakis and a yellow button down shirt, exposing himself. She races to her cell phone quickly dialing 911, we receive the call, she is frantic. Trying to get her address is something of a task. She is so upset, finally she gives an address, we ask her to hold and immediately dispatch two officers to her location, all the while keeping her on the line in the event the perp decides to go further and try to enter her home. She is alone, scared, her parents live in another state, her mind is racing, what if she had not seen him, what if he had gotten into her home.
Officers arrive on the scene, we alert the caller officers are searching the perimeter, finally they go to the door, we advise her to go let them in. No suspect...then another call, he is already at another home, officers race to that address, one of the neighbors spotted him, he began to run, officers hurriedly go down alleys, from location to location, still no suspect.
Officers return frustrated and concerned, then another call comes in...an eleven yr old interpreting...you can hear someone frantic in the background speaking spanish, something about being shot, two victims, one shot in the head, one shot in the foot. The dispatcher taking the call, tries to calm the child so they can get a location, then dispatches officers immediately to the scene.
The victims only have the description that four blk males were near the washateria, fired shots at them, then fled in a red car, officers are calling out their locations on the radio, first two, then three, now we have seven officers on the scene searching the area. Again no suspects to be found, an BOLO (be on the lookout) has been broadcast for the suspects.
This is only two of the hundreds of call received throughout the night. Residents sleep, feeling safe and all the while perps are lurking about seeking a victim. The moral of this true story is pay attention to what is going on around you, things are not how they seem
The City seemed quiet on this Wednesday night as we entered the dungeon we call dispatch. It was dark innside, the floor has been raised about twelve inches to allow computer cables to run to and fro in the Communications center, so the sound of hollow footsteps echoed as we manned our positions, readying ourselves for whatever the night might hold. From all sides of the room, radios were humming, computer screens lit up all over the room, phones ringing, 911 emergencies all over town. Dispatchers nerves were frazzled as they listened intently trying to figure out the outcome of the calls they just received. Tempers flared as tensions increased.
On this night, a young college student just arrived home from a long day at college, as she entered her bedroom to change clothes so she can begin her night of studying for finals, she hears something. What was it? Tension feels the room as she looks around, and there he is standing outside of her window, an older white male, wearing khakis and a yellow button down shirt, exposing himself. She races to her cell phone quickly dialing 911, we receive the call, she is frantic. Trying to get her address is something of a task. She is so upset, finally she gives an address, we ask her to hold and immediately dispatch two officers to her location, all the while keeping her on the line in the event the perp decides to go further and try to enter her home. She is alone, scared, her parents live in another state, her mind is racing, what if she had not seen him, what if he had gotten into her home.
Officers arrive on the scene, we alert the caller officers are searching the perimeter, finally they go to the door, we advise her to go let them in. No suspect...then another call, he is already at another home, officers race to that address, one of the neighbors spotted him, he began to run, officers hurriedly go down alleys, from location to location, still no suspect.
Officers return frustrated and concerned, then another call comes in...an eleven yr old interpreting...you can hear someone frantic in the background speaking spanish, something about being shot, two victims, one shot in the head, one shot in the foot. The dispatcher taking the call, tries to calm the child so they can get a location, then dispatches officers immediately to the scene.
The victims only have the description that four blk males were near the washateria, fired shots at them, then fled in a red car, officers are calling out their locations on the radio, first two, then three, now we have seven officers on the scene searching the area. Again no suspects to be found, an BOLO (be on the lookout) has been broadcast for the suspects.
This is only two of the hundreds of call received throughout the night. Residents sleep, feeling safe and all the while perps are lurking about seeking a victim. The moral of this true story is pay attention to what is going on around you, things are not how they seem
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1 Comments:
I heard the twilight zone music there at the end......"things are not how they seem"...Great writing!
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