A Day in the Streets

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic
A Day in the Streets show the reader what it is like for a day as a DEA officer. The story tells what moves are needed to make to survive and what decisions are needed to know to make it through the day.

Submitted: April 27, 2010

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Submitted: April 27, 2010

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Brad Guiles

English III Hour 2 A Day in the Streets It was just another day like all the others for the past nine years. I woke up at 5:10 in the morning and poured my black coffee into a thermos. As I carried the hot liquid out to my Pontiac, I wondered what was in store for me today. My task for the past two months was to organize one of the largest drug cartels in Detroit. It was a big responsibility for me for we were on the search for the leader of the Young Boys Incorporated for two and a half years at that point. “Hill!” said Whitmore. “Yeah boss?” I responded. “Do you have a location on that leader of the B.Y.I?” asked Whitmore. “Yeah we believe he has a site near Garden City and we’re going to go check it out today with group 4-7.” Mr. Whitmore responded, “Ok check in with me later and good luck Kevin.” We had a quick meeting before my group headed out. I passed the photograph one last time hoping we could get the chance to take him down. “Remember boys this guy is armed and dangerous. We have to go in strong and have your gun ready.” It was 2:33 once we left the office and we drove towards Garden City to the suspect’s location. I knew this was a bad part of town and as I looked at my guys I knew I could be going back missing some. On the way I looked out the window to watch the scarcity of cleanliness. The abandoned houses and the graffiti on the buildings was not how this city should’ve been. That’s why I was out there on the streets of Detroit as an officer of the Drug Enforcement Administration to show the community we were better than that, to get the dope sellers off those roads and have a safe, secure place to live and raise a family. My team and I created a perimeter. Group A of 4-7 set up west of the compound. Group C sat two blocks down to the north and scoped out the area. Group B went with me as we were going to bust the facility quickly. Everyone was in position and I gave my team the green light. We were precautious when walking up to the warehouse door. I was startled when we heard, “ve, ve, ve!” “La hara está aqui!” “We have been spotted!” I radioed to Group A. I knew they were going to flee and this situation was more dangerous than ever. Group C came on the radio. “Kevin we have movement in the south of the warehouse, there is a garage door opening! We are starting the truck and standing by for a pursuit,” Said Mike of Group C. I rushed back to the truck when I saw two black SUVs roaring down the street at high speeds. I took cover for I knew there was a good chance there would be gun fire. Those drug lords would do anything to get away. That even meant killing officers of Detroit. They blew by me waving a handgun out the window. I thought to myself, “Someone is going to get killed.” We took off as soon as we got in the vehicle. Group C had the location of the two cars. As we caught up, the first vehicle merged onto the freeway. Group C followed them while we tailed the other suspect. I radioed the DPD and they then got the location of the pursuit. We were reaching speeds of eighty miles per hour on Detroit’s busiest streets. I then had a feeling the car was going to wreck and get someone killed. It was obvious in which the speeds we were traveling. It wasn’t long for that feeling to become the real thing. The SUV made a left turn hitting the curb and the momentum rolled the heavy truck onto its side. Before we had the chance to stop, though, the suspects fled on foot. DPD and my group were then in a foot chase. Four guys piled out of the car. I saw one the back seat passengers making a run for the ally way. I thought that this was the leader from what I could tell. I sprinted around the corner with my gun drawn. I saw him take another corner and I crept up slowly for I did not know what was on the other side. This was almost the exact location of an incident that happened two years ago. As a recalled, I had chased the wanted fugitive down an abandoned ally way, the same ally way I was looking at now. As I had peeked my head around the corner, I thought it had been safe and moved slowly in front of a dumpster. As soon as I left that corner, though, the echo of a gun shot had pierced my ear. The sharpest pain I ever felt had shot through my shoulder and had radiated throughout my entire body. It was a bad experience for I had let my team down and I had let suspect get away. The coast was clear when I looked around the corner. I saw him about ninety yards up ahead. That’s when I knew it was time for me to get this guy off the street. I took off after him and I witnessed him run onto Appwik Street where the cars were soaring by. “Pe’andres!” I yelled. He turned around and became completely frozen. “Pe’andres place your gun on the ground and put your hands behind your head!” The gun was shaking while he was holding it in his hand. My gun was drawn on him but when I reached for my radio to give my location to Nathan in group A, the pistol in Pe’andres’s hand flew right up to his head. The trigger was pulled and Nathan heard the shot through the radio. “Kevin! Are you down? Who had shots fired?” “That shot was the last thing Pe’andres will hear. He put himself down. We need an ambulance over here on Appwik street.” “We’re on our way, Kevin. The other three guys are in custody. Great work today.” As I sit in disbelief of what just happened, I realize I have never experienced anything close to a suicide like this. In a way it felt good for shutting down one of the largest drug cartels in the City of Detroit, but at the same time disappointed for I felt I was responsible for this death. No police officer wants to see anyone killed but if worst comes to worst anything can happen. The scene was cleaned up within an hour and our work for that day was over. When I got back to the house I felt relaxed for this was the only place where the stress level was not to the sky. My rest was what I relied on because it got my mind off the events that took place in that city. As I lay down to sleep I set my alarm for 5:10 the next morning. That’s what I did every morning to keep that city safe.


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