"A28, officer down, near the intersection of West 16th Street and Green Street by Planet Fitness Club."
"A28 copy, on my way now, report the situation at the scene."
"Two LRPD officers responded to a dispute, a boxer at the club attacked two officers and fled, one officer is suspected to have a fracture, the other a suspected concussion, ambulance is en route."
Jimmy's location was right on West 16th Street, the dispatch center had the GPS locations of each police car, which made it convenient for task assignments. Since Jimmy was on personal business this time, he did not contact the dispatch center to update his status, so as far as the dispatch center was concerned, Jimmy was still available.
Jimmy turned the police car towards Green Street. He was in full uniform with his equipment on this outing to see Harten, so he was adequately prepared for backup.
Arriving at the club entrance, an LRPD police car was parked at the curb, Jimmy got out of the car, drew his 92F, and ran towards the main entrance of the club. With Heart Eye already activated, by the time Jimmy reached the entrance, he had located the position of everyone in the front half of the club.
"Nobody move, where's the injured cop?" Jimmy entered with his gun raised high, yelling out loud, while quickly running to the two officers down on the ground.
"How are you doing, can you hold on? The ambulance is on its way, it'll be here soon."
"Chase the boxer, he ran off without a bag, Caucasian, bald, very muscular, black tank top, black shorts, sneakers. Others saw him head right out the door just now."
"Alright, get the club to look up his information and disclose the suspect's details as soon as possible."
Jimmy went back out the door, got in the police car, and began searching to the right. Soon after, several more police cars arrived, they did not go to the club but followed Jimmy's patrol car; it seemed that the LRPD had been notified about the suspect heading right, and the police cars began to spread out, searching different intersections separately.
"All units, be advised, the suspect is Mark Riz, a former UFC fighter, highly capable in combat, Caucasian, bald, 185cm tall, last seen in a black tank top and black shorts with white sneakers. The registered address has officers dispatched for arrest, police near the club continue to search the vicinity."
The suspect alert from LRPD came through the radio, it looked like they had gotten member information from the club. Jimmy drove down a couple of streets but saw no one resembling the suspect.
Jimmy glanced at an LRPD cruiser following him, he pulled his car over to the side, gesturing to the LRPD officer.
"Brother, take my car, continue patrolling around this area, I'm going to search the alleys on foot. The suspect might have not escaped via the road, he could be hiding somewhere."
LRPD usually patrolled in pairs, now the officer from the passenger seat came out, took Jimmy's cruiser, and Jimmy headed towards a nearby alley.
With the advantage of Heart Eye, although the coverage wasn't too vast, at about 15 meters plus, while driving on the highway he couldn't cover the houses by the roadside. After stepping out of the cruiser, whether searching along the road or entering alleys, he could cover a larger area.
Jimmy walked through several alleys, scanning the houses on both sides; everything looked normal. He could scan some people who appeared to be doing house chores, sitting watching TV, or lying in bed, but failed to see any figures who were particularly nervous or hiding behind trash cans or piles of debris.
With the increasing use of Heart Eye, Jimmy became more and more familiar with human shapes and normal behaviors. Whether someone was nervous or sneakily hiding somewhere, he could usually tell.
It was unlikely for Mark Riz, a suspect who had just assaulted police officers, to hide in a room and behave normally like an everyday person. If he was hiding in a house, the most likely actions would be rummaging through things to find clothes to change into, or looking out the window to observe the police searching for him outside.
"Suspect spotted, Wolf Street near West 14th Street." The announcement came through Jimmy's radio, and he quickly ran back to the main road, where the LRPD officer driving his car had just turned around to come back. Jimmy jumped into the passenger seat, and the LRPD officer immediately sped off towards West 14th Street.
The LRPD personnel were truly familiar with the city streets. Jimmy would have needed a glance at the map to identify where Wolf Street was, while the LRPD officer drove directly to West 14th Street, even running a red light to turn onto Wolf Street. They nearly collided with a civilian car while turning at the intersection; if it weren't for the siren and flashing lights, it would have been a clear case of reckless driving.
Jimmy usually drove himself, in control of the police car. Even with dangerous driving, he wasn't particularly worried. But riding in someone else's car with dangerous driving truly brought out a cold sweat. He had almost hit a civilian car that was driving normally in the lane next to the copilot's spot.
The police car stopped at the intersection of West 14th Street and Wolf Street. Jimmy could already see several police cars on both sides of the road blocking traffic, temporarily controlling it.
Jimmy got out of the car and ran onto Wolf Street, "Where's the suspect?"
"He ran into this apartment building. Just now, there were only two of us waiting for backup."
"Is your Sergeant here yet?"
"Almost, just one more street."
"Then let's wait, and first cordon off the apartment building."
Jimmy turned to look at the apartment building, not tall, five stories. Searching through it wouldn't take long. There was no rush to go in and search right now; it was better to wait for the fall guy to arrive.
A few minutes later, a police car arrived, and a Sergeant got out. LRPD officers went to meet him and reported the situation.
The Sergeant called the officers controlling traffic at the intersection over. Eventually, more than ten officers gathered and entered the apartment building. The building manager had already come over to the police side before, as the line-up was too big, and he was also numb. After the officers assembled, the building manager joined them to go in.
Jimmy didn't follow them inside. An LRPD officer was injured, and it should be their own people seeking vengeance. It was enough for him to hover outside.
At every stairwell on each floor, an officer was assigned to stand guard. The rest spread out, knocking on doors from the first floor, with the Sergeant and building manager explaining to the residents, then conducting a brief search inside.
If an apartment was unoccupied, the police would temporarily mark it and deal with it once all the other rooms had been searched.
While searching the second floor, a message came through the walkie-talkie: The suspect had jumped out of a window from a room at the far end of the second floor. The LRPD officers immediately headed downstairs. By the time they caught up, Jimmy was already behind the suspect.
"Stop, don't move, put your hands up!" Jimmy shouted as he pursued. For a suspect focused on running and unarmed, Jimmy wouldn't have just shot him from behind; he instead drew his baton and chased after the suspect.
During the foot chase, if K9s were assisting, they would have easily taken him down by now, but alas, the K9s were still en route and hadn't arrived. For now, it was just Jimmy and another LRPD officer on foot chasing him.
Perhaps due to injuries from jumping from the building, the suspect wasn't running fast. Jimmy and the officer managed to keep up, chasing him onto the main street, where the crowd finally slowed him down, allowing Jimmy and the others to catch up.
The suspect turned around with a hook punch. Jimmy brought his arms together to shield the right side of his head, and with a "bang," he was knocked down onto the sidewalk. The suspect's hook packed an astonishing force, and Jimmy's forearms felt as if they had been hit by a steel pipe, painfully sore.
The LRPD officer trailing Jimmy didn't idle either. He pounced on the suspect, clinging to him, and they both fell to the ground, grappling. The officer was punched several times by the suspect and released him. The suspect rolled on the ground and attempted to get up and continue running.
By this time, Jimmy had already sat up. He drew his 92F and fired three shots at the suspect from behind. Two shots hit the suspect, one to the right side of his waist and one on his thigh. The third shot hit the ground since his arms were still in pain. To control the recoil, Jimmy's movement was too large, and on the last shot, the gun barrel was completely pointed at the ground next to the suspect.
The suspect, in the process of getting up, collapsed again after being hit by two bullets. The other police officers who had followed Jimmy overtook the suspect, pounced on him, pinned him to the ground, and then handcuffed him.
Jimmy sat on the ground, watching the LRPD officers busy themselves. He holstered his gun, picked up the casings to put them in his pocket, and then lay flat on the ground. His forearms were still in agonizing pain. The strength of these boxers was terrifying.