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When Officer John Doogan and his partner arrived at the cottage house on Beveridge Street, all they knew was that it was a domestic call and that such calls took all shapes and forms. Neither officer knew just how out of control things had gotten before their arrival and how bad things were about to get.
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Belmontez raised the knife and charged at the officers with rapid steps. That the man had a wooden leg had already been made known to Brown. What he didn't expect was that the 250-pound man had long ago become accustomed to walking with it.
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Officer Jim Simone glanced at a teller to his left. The two knew one another well enough for Simone to see that she was having a hard time preventing a bizarre expression from registering on her face. Simone realized very quickly that he had walked into a robbery in progress.
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Before Lawson had time to open her car door, the man turned and raised a rifle and began shooting. Lawson's mind kicked into a hyperkinetic drive, her synapses firing in rapid-fire succession of one another and keeping pace with the man's action on the trigger of the AR-15 he was wielding.
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Gonzalez glanced back in Anderson's direction a second time. "Aw, shit!" he said, his facial expression leaving no doubt as to the sincerity of the sentiment. And with that, he tossed his soda on the ground and took off running around the corner and southbound on Adams Street.
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The sight of the wagon pulling into the hotel parking lot caused Bohanan's heart to sink. He hoped that the suspect would drive through the hotel lot and continue on. He didn't want to have to deal with a desperate murder suspect loose in the hotel.
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The officer behind the wheel of the cruiser, Sgt. Shawn Finnegan, thought he'd recognized one of the BMW's occupants as a criminal whose frequent flier miles with local law enforcement had netted him an active $50,000 warrant.
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Reynolds saw the muzzle flashes from Wallace's .45 and darted to his left, sprinting across the blacktop and onto a gravel road. Bullets ricocheted off the ground at his feet. He ran for the cover of a telephone pole and returned fire, laying down six rounds of suppression fire. Munro opened fire, too. Wallace shot back.
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A domestic. Despite the shorthand, Officer Brad Jerome of the Bismarck (N.D.) Police Department knew such calls usually portended something decidedly undomestic, and the fact that this one was in a trailer park on the eastern part of town only raised the odds.
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The duo approached the house where they found the front door standing half-way open. The two officers stepped across the threshold and into the living room, and they picked up sight of a male adult darting toward the back of the house.
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