Nicron #16 17 января 1997

Stories - police stories, continued.

          Police stories (eighties)



Tekst typed (c), Fedotov NN
Treatment in WORD (with) MDF HACKER


     One woman worked in the transport police and the drink is 
already to the rank of captain, when there was trouble. Its 
official ID dragged along with the wallet. For the loss to 
answer, but reluctantly. She agreed with the familiar from the 
personnel department, ksivu and written off as unusable.


     When the trouble has already started to forget, an 
employee summoned to the prosecutor's office and started asking 
tricky questions: "Tell me, Where do you work in the transport 
police or BHSS? Why do you seized at the store 100,000 of 
counterfeit money? How do you decide that this money was fake? 
And where are they now? " 

     History began to take quite nasty shade. At the 
identification parade store personnel said: "Like, it ..." But 
Fortunately, soon found the real thieves, together with the 
certificate. Since it ended well, our lady not expelled from 
the bodies. She only said: "Give your old captain ksivu for you 
in the personnel department prepared a new and lieutenants. " 


            Tough guy


     The young man wanted to be a very tough guy. But since
leather jacket and a lack of brains for that little, he decided 
to to acquire weapons. Gun it somewhere extracted impressive: a 
hefty automatic pistol Stechkin. And six ammunition. 

     Verify the purchase, he went to the nearest shop, where
pulling the stocking on his head and snatched weapons, began to 
operate in the spirit of the American fighter, yelling: 
"Everything on the floor!" Money in the bag! " and so on. Since 
it seemed to him that others not react to it, he fired into the 
ceiling, which do not followed. It turned out that our gangster 
incorrectly set translator fire, resulting instead of a single 
shot resounded all. Pistol in his hand jerked and flew

somewhere behind him. Turning around, hijacker found that the 
gun flew into the narrow gap between the stalls, where to get 
his hand impossible. Superman was in a silly situation with his

stocking on his head and empty-handed in front of buyers and 
visitors, who, noticing the change in the situation, grabbed 
their various heavy objects.


     By the time of arrival of police patrol the entire slope 
with our the guy is already gone, and it was a pretty pathetic 
spectacle. 


            Food for Thought


     1989 remained in our memory as the "year of meetings." It
Then it happened. Carried out an operation to disperse someone
Who is already forgotten. But the rally was great. Hours passed
and a half after the start, police chain cave in under pressure
protesters, and all the bosses could not possibly have a 
decisive order.


     General Staff to the bus policeman led ma-vermillion girl
which squeaked: "I'm your boss." General leaned out of the
bus, the visitor looked surprised and said: "Let her
here. "The girl was hoisted into the bus, she walked up to the 
general and said: "My uncle asked me to convey that you ...", - 
more should have a very obscene and highly offensive statement.


     The girl thanked and sent to the parents. Gen. same
long foul, indignant that had happened, and ended his tirade
decisive order: "Bring all to ...!" In the air shot up OMON 
batons. 


             Emergency


     Two police officers tracked down a gang of arms dealers. 
They managed to establish the address of one of the criminals. 
Opera arrived to the house, summoned a group of capture, and 
themselves waited in the car at entrance.


     At this time, the offender ran from the house and began 
skorenko climb into his car, apparently intending to slip away. 
As it turned out, someone has warned. When came to opera,

that it should immediately hold up, he managed to start off with
place. Rush began.

     Contact by radio with its own, to block roads,
pursuers failed: With such a strong shaking a portable radio
published the inarticulate wheezing. But 40 minutes later a car 
with criminals managed to overtake on the highway far from the 
city. With great difficulty he was stopped. True, both cars 
overturned. Bandit pulled out, fastened the handcuffs, but 
apart from him of Machine learned a whole arsenal: automatic, 
three pistols, gun and a bunch of rounds. But detectives have 
now left without transport. Already it was night, and urgently 
needed to get the detainee to office, or at least to the 
nearest phone. Attempts stop any vehicle to no avail. Imagine

myself: dead of night, deserted highway, the roadside three 
dirty men with ferocious mugs, would you stop?


     Meanwhile, cars were passing less and less, and obviously 
loomed the prospect of sleeping on the roadside. Then it dawned 
on one opera: he took the machine filled the horn of cartridges 
and ... "I go out alone on the road ... "bus driver, who 
stopped in the queue asphalt in front of the wheels, until the 
very end did not believe that in front of him police officers. 
When they had come to the office, he jumped out and rushed to 
the duty part, shouting: "Help!" Bandits! " 

     For this history detectives, contrary to custom, have not 
even received of reprimand. Their chief said here a golden 
phrase: "The purpose justifies the means! "and referred to 
Article 14 of the Criminal Code of the RSFSR. 


            (To be continued)