I'm tired

I'm tired of the never ending stream of bad guys. I'm tired of the fact I'm bailing out the ocean one teaspoon at a time.

We three major explosions last week. Three different meth houses in three different parts of the state went up. One was near a school. While the school was in session. Kids were coated with debris. Parts of the house were scattered all over the school yard.

There were kids who were hurt from falling bricks and wood. Kids who were injured in the rush to escape. It was a mess. It could have been worse, but there were five casualties. two kids, a teacher and two of the meth lab techs. Bastards.

The second house was in an abandon section of town. Thank God for small miracles. There was no one injured at all. Just a house reduced to rubble.

The third...It went up like a Roman candle. The explosion rocked the small subdivision and the fire spread to two other houses. Families lost everything they had except each other. I'm sure they're grateful that they only lost material objects. Those can be replaced.

I'm going to get the ones that got away. Someone is going to pay for all the destruction. That I can guarantee.

I'm just so damned tired. of it all.

The farmer in the Del Mora

We have the thermal camera in the air right now scanning the Del Mora subdivision. The bird’s flying over the suspected house and live streaming the images to us. The way it works: The thermal imaging camera picks up the heat given off by a specific source. When something is warm it comes across as a light color.

“Damn, ya think that’s our house?”

What’s Chase…HAHAHAHAH! This place is lit up brighter than New York at Christmas time! Leave it to Chase. “You think?”

With all the heat coming from that place you could warm a small continent. Every four pot plants require 1000 watt bulbs for maximum indoor growth. This guy is either major overkill or he’s got one heck of an operation.

Mickey is getting itchy. He’s pacing across the room and back. Bobby isn’t much better, he’s bouncing his knee in anticipation. Chase, Chase is his normal asinine self. As soon as we get the warrant we hit the joint—no pun intended.

We do know one thing: this raid won’t be a bust. Not with the evidence that’s lighting our screen. The last couple of raids have been hit and miss. It’s like they know we’re coming before we get there. You have no idea how frustrating it is to have adrenaline slamming through your body, excitement of knowing you’ll soon be taking one more scumbag off the earth only to raid the place and find no drugs, no money, no weapons, nothing.

That desire will be satisfied today, just as soon as that little slip of paper is in my hand. Here it comes! “Let’s lock and load!”

Pot Farms and School threats

We’ve gotten a tip from a CI about a farm. Seems our good ole boy farmer counts pot as one of his cash crops. I don’t know that I believe he’s got it out in the open so we have to send up a bird to check it out for us. We can’t just raid the farm without probably cause. So we’ll wait on surveillance photos before we go grab a warrant.

While we wait we’ve got another case to bust. Apparently our rat deals from his house…almost across the street from a school. These bastards deal to these kids, giving them “candy” and once they’re hooked they do whatever they have to in order to get another score. Dealing that close to kids is a tougher sentence. Those asses don’t get the offer to flip. Anyone who poisons children doesn’t deserve a chance.

Un-freakin’-beleivable! Just found out he has three kids of his own living in that house! I don’t get it. I just don’t get it! How can you expose your kids to shit like this? The guns you know he has to keep to protect his house from not only police but from some junkie looking to score or from some rival looking to invade. Not to mention the drugs that are easily accessible, the addicts who come in for fix and a place to enjoy it.

Kids make it harder to do our job. You always have the thought in the back of your mind: will he use his own children as a shield to hide behind? Obviously, they have little concern for life and they sure can’t love those kids. Not if they’re letting them like that way.

Also busting in like we do is enough to terrify and traumatize a kid. We look like the bad guys because we’re taking away their mom or dad. Some people just shouldn’t have kids. After today there will be three who will be moved into protective custody. No matter the fact protective custody is in the best interest of the child, its not a good thing. Turning their world upside down the way it does.

Time to go shut him down!

Undercover

I hate it. Sometimes its necessary to put an agent in so deep we can’t get to them. No wires, no communication, no back up. I’ve been there and I can tell you it’s the loneliest feeling in the world. You have to hang on by your nails and if something blows up, you have no one but yourself to depend on. There’s no way to get in touch with the Calvary. We don’t get contact until the deal is sealed.

It’s a hairy time for the each member of the unit. The waiting is hell. Pure hell. There is the very real fear that our plant will be discovered and the next time we see our agent will be a body dump.

The cover itself is a tricky thing. It has to be something that actually fits the agent. I’ve heard the example that the agent looked more like a suburbanite so if he were to try and ghetto-ize, it wouldn’t fly.

It's not always our agents that go in "undercover". CIs are pretty good for that, well some of the time. We have a CI in place now that rolled last night. She’s going to be leading us to her connection. She’s made the call now and in an hour she’ll be going to the buy. With her cell phone we’ll be able to listen in as she makes the deal.

Chase is working on photocopying the cash right now. The cash e use is from confiscated stashes we find during raids. We make a “withdrawal” then the bills are photocopied so that we have a complete record of the serial numbers on the bills. It’s just another way to track the deal. As soon as he’s done we’ll be filing out and filling the cargo vans to wait for the word to raid the house.

This van is too damn crowded. My nerves are already starting to stretch. This bullet wound is still aching and now that its healing the itch is starting creep in. It’s going to make me insane! Man, I hope this bust goes smooth. I don’t want to get hit again and I sure the hell don’t want to see any of our unit get it either.

I can’t stop my knee from bouncing. The anticipation, the adrenaline rushing through my veins, makes it impossible to sit still. Patience was never my long suit and this part of an operation requires more than I’ve got. Damn. Waiting sucks. This is Mickey and Bobby’s gal so their running the show. As soon as we get the word the vans are going to roll in then the entire unit will bail out and surround the place.

I wanted to hit the door but thanks to this damn wound I’m going to be part of the clean up crew. Almost time…Almost…There's the signal. 'Bout damn time!