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So I just got off work a couple hours ago and I 'm sitting in my bedroom working on some music. Next thing you know the police chopper is hovering over my apartment building with the sun on lighting up my place. Now let me explain I have roof access from my bedroom upstairs directly on to the roof. Now I can hear some one on the roof running around... maybe cops... maybe not. So I got my *** out of the chair and loaded my XD-40 and grabbed my surefire G2Z(LED). I went to sit back at the computer and the door with roof access began to shake violently. I yelled out "Who's there... Who's there?", after I got no response I covered the door and made my way to the stairs that head down to my living room. I stopped on the stairs and held for a second, the Helicopter now shaking the building. I took my phone from my pocket and called the Police to report the attempted intrusion. They took my report and said one had already been made. I said thank you and held fast now in my kitchen covering my front door, because I can now hear someone in the hallway... The police. They knock at my door and after verifying that they were who they said, a quick check out the peephole to see multiple flashlights searching the halls, I placed my gun down on the floor inside and stepped out of My apartment with only my Flashlight.
Then I got the felony jump. Hands up, into cuffs, etc. The only thing I can think now is @#$@#$%@. They ask if there are any guns in the Apt and I tell them yes , but you do not have my permission to go into the apt. They took note of that and entered my apt, Two male officers leaving me in the halls cuffed with a female officer (kinda cute too.) I can hear them moving around inside..."How many guns in the house sir?" I tell them three. They continue on there search. Now she begins to chat me up. What did I hear, what happened, typical questions that should be asked by the officer.I begin to recant my story with my face to the wall, where they asked me to keep it. She tells me I can turn and face her, but to face the wall if they begin to come outside. She was very polite and asked a few questions about the security in the building. I told her this was not really that uncommon up until this whole nasty misunderstanding. Then comes the voice from inside "Where is the third the gun sir." Now my heart stops. They obviously have the pistol from the floor in the front hallway. My Shotgun sits in a large gun sock by my desk, that makes two. Now the OLL..."It's in a locked case upstairs, you cant miss it, keys are on my keychain by my wallet on the desk." The female officer continues to ask questions and then I hear the bolt of the My CMMG OLL rifle (prince 50.) Slam forward. I tell the female officer that he cant remove the magazine because it is California legal and locked in to place. She yells this out to the officers inside and they take another second and then come down the stairs and back into the hallway. They immediately apologized for the mistake and removed the cuffs and took a report from me on what had happened. After they got my info and the what had gone down we talked flashlights, tattoos, and what a crappy place Hollywood has become. After that I invited them down to The Firing Line for some shooting on me. They could not have been more polite and never asked me a question about any of my guns after they found them. They then explained that the suspect on my roof was in a black coat with a pistol. I was wearing a black Firing Line shirt from work, close enough and I agreed they all shook my hand giving me their fist names and said there goodbyes. I returned to my Apt to find nothing really moved around and all of my weapons laying open and safe on the rifle case. Funny thing though the Aimpoint on my rifle had both lens covers open and was left on... I think some one has black rifle disease. I really hope too see them at the range, good bunch they are. My hats off to the Hollywood PD. You guys know what's up.
Then I got the felony jump. Hands up, into cuffs, etc. The only thing I can think now is @#$@#$%@. They ask if there are any guns in the Apt and I tell them yes , but you do not have my permission to go into the apt. They took note of that and entered my apt, Two male officers leaving me in the halls cuffed with a female officer (kinda cute too.) I can hear them moving around inside..."How many guns in the house sir?" I tell them three. They continue on there search. Now she begins to chat me up. What did I hear, what happened, typical questions that should be asked by the officer.I begin to recant my story with my face to the wall, where they asked me to keep it. She tells me I can turn and face her, but to face the wall if they begin to come outside. She was very polite and asked a few questions about the security in the building. I told her this was not really that uncommon up until this whole nasty misunderstanding. Then comes the voice from inside "Where is the third the gun sir." Now my heart stops. They obviously have the pistol from the floor in the front hallway. My Shotgun sits in a large gun sock by my desk, that makes two. Now the OLL..."It's in a locked case upstairs, you cant miss it, keys are on my keychain by my wallet on the desk." The female officer continues to ask questions and then I hear the bolt of the My CMMG OLL rifle (prince 50.) Slam forward. I tell the female officer that he cant remove the magazine because it is California legal and locked in to place. She yells this out to the officers inside and they take another second and then come down the stairs and back into the hallway. They immediately apologized for the mistake and removed the cuffs and took a report from me on what had happened. After they got my info and the what had gone down we talked flashlights, tattoos, and what a crappy place Hollywood has become. After that I invited them down to The Firing Line for some shooting on me. They could not have been more polite and never asked me a question about any of my guns after they found them. They then explained that the suspect on my roof was in a black coat with a pistol. I was wearing a black Firing Line shirt from work, close enough and I agreed they all shook my hand giving me their fist names and said there goodbyes. I returned to my Apt to find nothing really moved around and all of my weapons laying open and safe on the rifle case. Funny thing though the Aimpoint on my rifle had both lens covers open and was left on... I think some one has black rifle disease. I really hope too see them at the range, good bunch they are. My hats off to the Hollywood PD. You guys know what's up.
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