On Christmas night my partner and I got a call about a man in a wheelchair who needed police assistance. When we arrived the man was speaking in tongues. When we asked him if he needed help he shook his head. It was raining, so I stood under a tree while my partner continued to chat with him.
All of the sudden the man yelled out to my partner in English.
“Stop – don't leave. When you meet Adrian you have to shoot. Don't stop shooting until the threat is gone.” Then the man pointed at me. “You see her standing there in the shadows with the light in her eyes? You need to keep shooting until the threat is gone or she will no longer be with us.”
“Wait.” My partner walked closer to the man. “There’s a guy named Adrian who’s going to shoot at us?”
“The name doesn't matter.” The man said. “Don't stop until the threat is gone.”
Twenty-four hours later we encountered a man in a back alley who was wanted on a warrant. My partner approached him in front of the patrol car and asked if he had anything sharp on him. The man said, “Yes I do!” and started backpedaling down my side of the car with his fists raised. I immediately got out of the car to take position beside my partner, but I didn’t realize that the man was brandishing a knife. As soon as I stepped out of the car I saw the blade and realized I was moving through the line of fire – between the man with the knife and my partner, who was pointing his gun directly at him. After a brief standoff, with our guns pointed at the suspect and repeating instructions to drop the knife, the man suddenly pulled out a second knife and charged at me. I shouted one last warning and squeezed the trigger as he sprinted towards me. At six feet and 230 pounds – and oblivious to the bullet he’d just taken – the suspect tackled me to the ground and slashed at my hands and body with the knives. My partner repeatedly shot the man in an attempt to stop the attack. Somehow I got out from underneath and my partner fired the final round that dropped the man to the ground. It took eleven rounds in total to stop him. Unfortunately, he died from the gunshot wounds.
I didn't sleep for a week after shooting. I was looking for levity so I brought some comedies home. I rented Anchorman, but during the ‘knife fight scene’ in the alley I broke down. I knew the scene was ridiculous but I couldn’t help it – the pulling out of the weapons triggered everything. It was four years until could watch that movie and laugh…
Goose Chronicles Outtakes:
“Was his name Adrian like the man told you it would be?”
“No. His name was Jerold, but everything else played out exactly the way the man said.”
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