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Departments : Shots Fired

Shots Fired: College Park, Maryland 11•06•2006

A desperate call from a home invasion victim sent three officers into a pitched backyard battle.

August 19, 2009  |  by - Also by this author

Parked abreast of one another, Officers Mike Soden and Jefferson Davis were commiserating through their open driver's windows with Davis' radio car partner, Art'z Watkins.

It was well past midnight on Nov. 6, 2006, and things had been agreeably quiet for the trio of Prince George's County, Md., officers with nothing portending otherwise in the cold early morning hours. But then the radio frequency came alive with a call being dispatched: A residential robbery in the 800 block of 48th Avenue in College Park.

The three officers looked at one another, each knowing they were only a minute and a half out.

As the officers' cars rolled away in tandem, dispatch relayed additional information. The informant had been in the house when the suspects entered through a back door. Having somehow succeeded in exiting the house without detection, the informant had dialed 911 on his cellular phone to advise that multiple armed suspects were holding his friends and family hostage inside his home.

Young, energetic, and experienced, Soden, Davis, and Watkins were not only co-workers, but friends, having worked with and around one another long enough to have faith in their collective abilities to handle just about anything tossed their way.

Making a Plan

As they drew nearer their destination, they shut down their sirens well before coming in audio range of their destination. And they made a quick plan of action.

Having worked the area previously, Soden knew the lay of the land as well as the house in question. He directed Davis and Watkins to approach the rear of the location on foot and take up containment positions while he covered the front.

Some 20 feet diagonally from the rear sliding glass door of the house stood a large tree. It was there that Davis and Watkins took cover. The vantage point gave them a clear view of anyone who might exit the rear sliding glass door as well as concealment, courtesy of a hedgerow.

Cries and Threats

Finding nothing amiss to the front of the house – all activity sounded like it was emanating from its rear – Soden opted for a tactical concession: He moved around the side of the dwelling toward the corner of the house nearest Davis and Watkins.

It was not a decision Soden made lightly, for he knew it would be up to arriving officers to resume containment on the front. But he also knew that he and his fellow officers were dealing with multiple suspects (though not how many) whose propensity for violence was becoming readily apparent given the threats and cries coming from within. If things went south, Soden didn't want to be caught in a crossfire with Davis and Watkins. The way he saw it, they'd fare that much better working in concert with one another if things escalated.

Soden's decision was reinforced as he made his way alongside of the house and the voices coming from a basement window grew louder and more distinct.

"Where's the f____g safe?" one demanded. "Where's the drugs?"

So that's what this is: a dope rip-off, Soden thought.

Soden had no sooner advised dispatch of an active crime at the location and requested K-9 and additional backup than the yelling was eclipsed by desperate screams-the sounds of a male inside being pistol whipped.

Whatever patience the suspects might have possessed was long gone and things were getting ratcheted up a notch. But just when Soden thought rounds might start getting capped, an incongruous and eerie silence settled upon the house.

A Mad Dash

The stillness was not unlike that of "animals" discovered in the act of trespass-which pretty much sized up the situation. The only questions were: Had the animals somehow become aware of the officers' presence, and if so, what were they going to do about it.

Assuming the suspects were on to them, Soden handicapped their next likely course of action. Unless it went barricade, they'd probably opt for a dash out of the house. Making a beeline straight out the back seemed unlikely. If the suspects knew anything about the area, they'd know that nothing lay in that direction but hedgerows and US Route 1 beyond.

Despite the absence of anything readily identifiable as a getaway car to the front of the house, Soden was inclined to bet that they'd make an end run around the rear of the house and back toward the front-toward him.

His suspicions proved to be well founded.

Suddenly, a suspect rushed out the rear sliding glass door, his movement activating a motion detector light located directly in front of Davis and Watkins and momentarily blinding the officers.

The man had moved so quickly that neither Davis nor Watkins was able to get a command out before the man had closed the gap between himself and Soden. Neither the officer nor the suspect appeared to have been prepared to find themselves face-to-face.

It was then that Soden's vision kicked back in. And the man's cold eyes told Soden everything he needed to know. There wasn't going to be any discussion.

Defensive Fire

Officer and suspect raised their guns simultaneously. Later, Soden wouldn't be able to tell who fired first, only that the 9mm rounds he double-tapped from his Beretta 92FS were as much a defense as an attack.

Falling backward and away from the incoming rounds, Soden tripped and fell. His back seared with pain.

As he recovered his balance, there was a blip in Soden's visual cortex. The suspect was gone. Soden's mind seemed to be working in shutter progression, his brain filling in the blanks of what wasn't registering in his visual memory even as it dealt with the pain in his back. Had he been shot?

Jefferson Davis certainly thought so. Seeing Soden fall backward, Davis hesitated to engage Soden's attacker for fear that one of his rounds might possibly strike the fallen Soden. Just then, the suspect retreated back into the rear yard, engaging Davis and Watkins as he ran. Freed from the distraction of possibly hitting their partner, both officers returned fire even as another suspect ran out the back door, firing at them as well.

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Comments (3)

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vinny @ 8/18/2014 1:54 PM

It makes me sick to my stomach how they idolize the officers in this story. They forget that a person lost there life. A son brother, friend. I knew miles Johnson personally. He was a great man & even better friend. In the police report I got a hold of there was no mention of any of the suspects firing on the officers. They do what they have to to cover they're ass. Like tell u "stop resisting" so they can use excessive force with no backslash. I don't hate cops. I just love life. Also it wasn't like he was robbing a bank he was robbing drug dealers. The dealers he robbed where never charged with any crimes witch to me is a joke. I hate this article. Not all but some cops are power hungry pigs that assume all to much & know all to little. RIP MEEKO

Mary @ 11/25/2014 6:28 AM

This article is disheartening. Knowing the victum Miles personally I find the account of actions hard to believe. Miles was no saint but he was no where near ruthless, and although he had many reasons to have no respect for the police(with all the unjust punishments and discrimination he had endured) he was not hateful and he was respectful. I do not believe for one moment that he used that gun "found" or "planted" near him. In my opinon he was most likely the third "suspect" to leave the house and fleed in fear of the gunfire he was hearing. I believe he was shot unjustly.

Jmike @ 6/18/2015 12:47 PM

Yepper , he was just a good boy trying to turn his life around . He just needed that dirty old money and those nasty drugs to support himself while going through seminary to join the clergy .
Bottom line is that when you play stupid games you win stupid prizes .

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