S.W.A.T.
I’m Zachary. I’m in charge of the 50th Precinct’s S.W.A.T. Team, NYPD. Considering the circumstances, my team is doing pretty well. We are in a practice drill, but they don’t know that. My team thinks that another officer is being held hostage.
One of my men broke down the door with a battering ram. I went in first and my team followed. We split up, and began searching the whole hotel suite.
“Sir, we found him! He’s in the kitchen tied to a chair.”
“OK, I’m coming. Don’t touch anything!!!”
I ran up to where the squad that found him was. I gathered my whole team together and one of my men untied the hostage. Then I told them what was going on.
“Men, this was just a drill. Still you did pretty well.”
We went back to the station. Pretty soon, I heard one of the squad men say, “Hey Zachary, guess what S.W.A.T. stands for. Sit, wait and talk.”
“Ahh, shut up.”
“50th precinct.”
“There is a hostage situation at National Bank, Avenue 800.”
“All right we’re on our way.”
When we got there I saw how bad it was. They had already killed a hostage. We got out of the truck and the head of the operation put me in charge of three SWAT teams. We split up, four men in each squad, 20 squads, a total of 80 men. There were an additional 8 snipers. They were coming in from all angles.
CHHHT “ This is the leader outside. We have the list of demands. All they want is a way out. OVER!”
CHHHT “ This is Zachary. OK we are listening for your word to move.” BANG, BANG. “ What the… is that … gun shots!!!! A squad is under attack!! OVER and out.”
My men jumped out of the vents and went to where they though the gunshots were coming from. We saw the door. I went in first with my men following. Firearms first. Bullets were flying.
“MOVE, MOVE, MOVE, GO 69.”
I think these codes are like sports plays. So when you tell them to do it, they do it with no questions.
“Fire now! Pull the stupid trigger!”
CHHHT “ Squads 3 through 20, come to the vault now. We are under attack. I repeat, under attack.”
Then, I’m hit in the leg.
“Man down, bleeding badly.”
“Zachary, are you all right?”
“What do you think, I have just been shot in the leg, in a gun fight. Smoke those fools. They messed with me on the wrong day, I repeat, the wrong day.”
I got behind the chief and a medic put a bandage on my leg. When the whole thing was over, there were a few criminals and three hostages dead. None of my men had died. I was out of the team for a year.
That was one of the team’s worst scenarios. Maybe I will go back into the team. Key word: maybe. The reason I’m even off the team is because of my leg. I don’t know, maybe there will be more? See ya.
By Eli