The Impala's driver side window shattered. Bullets slammed into the car's cockpit. And Det. Wisner felt a searing pain in his left shoulder. There would be no foot pursuit.

Officer Conley had taken a bullet to the back, but he was still conscious, breathing, and mobile—and therefore able to fight.

Officer Beck saw the man once again standing toward him, a 14-inch butcher knife still in his hand and pointing at the throat of a terrified 6-year-old girl.

Upon their crossing, the trackers noticed that leaves blanketing the side of a steep hill had been disturbed. Regrouping with his K-9, Pagerly gave him the search command and released him again. Jynx appeared to immediately find an odor and began moving rapidly up hill and toward Hawk Mountain Road.

The seemingly tireless duo crossed in front of Jefferson's patrol unit. Jefferson drew his sidearm and yelled, "Stop! Police! Let me see your hands! Get on the ground!"

Officer Evan Wright chased after a gang member who fled and reached for his pocket while running. A flying tackle sent the two men into the middle of a residential driveway where some 20 guests were observing a quinceanera party in the front yard.

If as it's said there's no rest for the wicked, then it follows that the Sabbath day offers no respite for law enforcement. Certainly, the third Sunday of January 2011 adhered to that truth as three Kitsap County, Wash., Sheriff's deputies could attest.

Right smack in the middle of the kill zone, Sgt. Means figured tactical withdrawal was not an option—the shooter could nail him before he had a chance to get very far.

At the sound of Barksdale's commands, Kalahar spun the shotgun toward him and leveled it. As the man flinched, Barksdale's finger squeezed the trigger of his gun—repeatedly.

For our 100th "Shots Fired" article, I'm going to step outside the normal formula of our concept and talk about some things I've learned and some heroic officers I've had the honor of interviewing.