After a grueling 12 hr process of handling two prisoners from a narcotics arrest, myself and partner were heading back to our HQ, with thoughts of how we couldnt wait to clock out, get to our homes and finally to our beds in the police wagon when a radio call goes out for "Assist Officer" which is just about the most serious call you can get it actually means officer in trouble needs assistance. We nearly wreck our vehicle to get there, its noon during the heaviest traffic to go 6 city blocks with lights and sirens. Officers were attempting to stop an individual dressed head to toe in black with what appeared to be a sword strapped to his back amongst other forms of weaponry. In the struggle one officer grabbed hold of the "sword" rig used to carry the weapon but it gave way and broke loose the individual escaped, shoved the officer down who was still holding the 'sword' and ran down the street with his arms like an airplane dipping to the left then to the right then forward as if he was flying like Superman with police officers in a heated foot pursuit on a beautiful sunny day with onlookers on benches enjoying their lunches and catching the show. He then disappeared into one of the office buildings, hiding out in a room amongst oblivious office workers and academia. A floor by floor search was conducted until he was finally located and taken into custody and transported back by yours truly. Nearly delirious from working a 12 hr shift, the sight of a fully dressed neo ninja (A sort of ninja/SWAT operative look) pretty neat looking actually with homemade cardboard gun hoslter, scissors as knives, on a web duty belt secured with duct tape and glue. Black combat boots, black elbow and knee pads with the G.I. Joe Cobra emblem on his chest made for quite the surreal sight in handcuffs. WHen he was delivered to the "Psych" ward I'm sure the nice men in white coats thought so too. I would have stayed longer but I didnt like the way they were staring at me.
