"Guns" Redux

All that hype and nothing to show for it. I feel like the "creative forces" behind Basic Instinct 2. Unfortunately, more folks than usual checked out my "Guns. Lots Of Guns" post after Dave linked it here. So, like Lucy Ricardo, I reckon I got a lot of "splaining" to do.

After my partner and I got suited up - guns, cuffs, vests, radios, flashlights, crime scene kits, etc. - we were walking out of the squad room when one of Tim's toads came to the window and surrendered. Nice, since we were just about to hit her house with the warrant. For the next two hours, we were stuck inside while Tim interrogated her (she rolled on her co-toad) and processed the paperwork.

Take 2. We jumped into an unmarked car with another detective who had an arrest warrant to serve. After a brief drive into Bartertown (obscure movie reference!), we hit the house and were told that this toad wasn't home. We asked to check the house - like she had any choice with our warrant - and toad boy walked in the front door. We draw our pistols, and the uniformed cops drag him to the floor and cuff him. Warrant served.

After dinner, we mostly drove around the 'hood. Our closest brush with even mild excitement occurred when we got a call for a 302 (a mentally unstable person) who was trying to light his house on fire. Sweet! Unfortunately for our adrenaline glands, by the time we pulled up, the loon was gone.

The final tally: two warrants served, two pistols drawn, one nice dinner, and overtime. Not too shabby considering.

Oh, and for those readers of Garfield Ridge, I am not quitting the blogosphere. So, please come back occasionally. Thanks!