Im Zachary. Im in charge of the 50th Precincts S.W.A.T. Team, NYPD. Considering the circumstances, my team is doing pretty well. We are in a practice drill, but they dont 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! Hes in the kitchen tied to a chair.
OK, Im coming. Dont 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.
There is a hostage situation at National Bank, Avenue 800.
All right were 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, Im 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 teams worst scenarios. Maybe I will go back into the team. Key word: maybe. The reason Im even off the team is because of my leg. I dont know, maybe there will be more? See ya.