kingrollo
Legendary Member
When I was recovering from an op I was forced to work in the control room while I recovered.
One night I was about to knock off and my final call of the evening was from a little old dear in absolute tears of panic because sheetbags were throwing stones at her windows. I sent the job to the desk for deployment, and booked off duty.
Driving home I realised the old lady's address was only a few streets away. I diverted, parked in a dark corner of the next street along and started strolling towards the target with my hood up. It was a dark and cold late autumn evening so I attracted zero attention.
Walking along I could see the target address a few hundred years away and sure enough three late teenage sheetbags were targeting her house. I decided id stroll up innocently and then twat one, maybe two if I was lucky, good and solid in the chops, and then hoof it away at speed.
I was approaching, trying to look casual, and as I was about 20 metres from them and just bunching my hand into a fist a police car came into the street from the opposite end so I put my head down and carried on walking...
They never knew how close they came to a visit to A&E that night.
I think you should change you're user name to Jack Reacher