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Case #52 - re The People vs Kevin Mckee #2 (A shooting, a pursuit, a felony T-stop and a 1st date)

Case #52 - re The People vs Kevin Mckee #2 (A shooting, a pursuit, a felony T-stop and a 1st date)

      Smilin’ Bob and I were patrolling the area of 228th St and Vermont Av, west of the 110 Fwy, when we heard several shots fired in succession. the shots came from the area of Figueroa Street (east of us) and we got on the Patch to advise other units. The Patch allows us to talk directly car to car, rather than having transmissions rebroadcast by  the dispatcher.  Several units happened to be within a mile radius and said they had heard the shots too. One of these units was Dave Tateyama and his partner Lance Wulterin. Another unit was Kevin McKee. The Patch was released as units began searching the area. Within a few seconds Kevin was on the Patch, completely out of breath,

“I’m in... (pant, pant, pant)...pursuit... (pant, pant, pant)... of a 245... (pant, pant, pant)... vehicle (that's a vehicle involved in an assault, for you non-deputies)…”, our little hero advised excitedly.
“…we are southbound... (pant, pant, pant)... Figueroa St... (pant, pant, pant)... from 228th st... (pant, pant, pant)...”

     Smilin’ Bob and I exchanged glances as we made a U-turn to roll to his assistance. This radio transmission was odd. Kevin was really huffing and puffing. We were about a mile away.

“The vehicle... (pant, pant, pant)...is a black... (pant, pant, pant)...four door... (pant, pant, pant)...Conti... (pant, pant, pant)...nental…” Kevin gasped.

I looked at Bob, who had a puzzled look on his usual stone-face too,
“What the hell? He can’t be chasing the car on foot, can he?” I asked.
Smilin’ Bob just raised his eyebrows, shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, indicating he was puzzled too.

“Now we are... (pant, pant, pant)...westbound... (pant, pant, pant)...Sepulveda ... (pant, pant, pant)...”

Smilin’ Bob had it floored, as we turned south onto Figueroa Street from 228th Stret.  Another unit was ahead of us, turning west onto Sepulveda from Figueroa Street. It was Lance and Dave.

“I’m making... (pant, pant, pant)...a felony... (pant, pant, pant)...T-stop... (pant, pant, pant)...on the... (pant, pant, pant)... northbound (pant, pant, pant)...110... (pant, pant, pant)...freeway... (pant, pant, pant)...on-ramp! ... (pant, pant, pant)...IT’S FULL OF GANGGGGBANGGGERRRSSSSssssssss!”  Kevin screamed despairingly. This last word was drawn out, and died out, as if he had expelled every last ounce of air in his lungs. We knew something bad was about to happen and were jacked up in preparation for battle!

     We pulled up behind Lance and Dave, who were pulled up behind Kevin. Kevin had stopped at the base of the on-ramp in such a way that there was no room for anyone to pull up alongside of him. Kevin was outside of his car, using his open car door for cover, as he shouted commands to the occupants of the Continental. The Continental was stopped 100 yards away at the top of the on-ramp and too far away for the occupants to hear Kevin’s commands. Dave and Lance were still sitting in their car, using their P.A. to tell Kevin to move up closer to the Continental.

“Kevin. Move up.”
Kevin looked back, nodded, got in his car, moved forward 3 feet and resumed his position behind his car door.
“Kevin. Move up.”
Kevin looked back, nodded, got in his car, moved forward 3 feet and resumed his position behind his car door.
“Kevin. Move up.”
Kevin looked back, nodded, got in his car, moved forward 3 feet and resumed his position behind his car door.
“Kevin. Move up.”
Kevin looked back, nodded, got in his car, moved forward 3 feet and resumed his position behind his car door.
“Kevin. Move up.”
And so it went, over and over and over again, about 20 more times, until Kevin’s car was within about thirty feet of the Continental and Dominoe's had delivered us a pizza.
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     Once we were within shouting distance of the Continental, we conducted a felony traffic stop. We detained two teenagers on their first date. They explained that they had been shot at in the area of 228th St and Figueroa St by a carload of GANGGGGBANGGGERRRSSSSssssssssss. They pointed at the bullet holes in the Continental and the car’s shot out rear window as proof.

Verdict – Kevin Mckee, this Court finds you Guilty of Violating Harry's Law.  As the movie character Harry Callahan once said, "A man's got to know his limitations." Anything involving law enforcement is beyond yours.

Sentence – This Court orders you to find a job within your limitations. The Court understands that the Muppets are hiring.






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