My woman and her weapon
The beloved spouse is in law enforcement. This means she has a cool badge that she does not let me play with. On occasion, she also gets the opportunity to do something cool.
Today, she tested a highway patrol setup that is meant to simulate a potentially lethal encounter with a suspect. There were four scenarios in which she was required to speak from a script, and then react to events occurring at a range of five to 15 feet.
In the first, a driver is asked for his license. He pulls out a ... handgun. The beloved spouse had less than a second to pull her weapon and fire.
In the second, a driver is asked for his license. He pulls out a ... wallet. The beloved spouse indicated that she would have lost points for blowing away that particular driver.
In the third, she asks a driver to get out of his car. He does. He is a large, muscular, and obviously angry individual. He storms toward her, ignoring her commands to stop.
In the final scenario, she drives into a rest stop and sees one person, wielding a handgun, leaning in the window of a car and having an animated conversation with an individual in the car. She has only seconds to determine whether he is the carjacker or the car's owner, defending himself.
Results? Body count was two bad guys and no good guys--plus the carjacked vehicle took some damage. (She said she needs some target practice to improve.) The angry guy who came at her took four bullets arrayed between groin and chest.
Remind me not to tick her off.
Today, she tested a highway patrol setup that is meant to simulate a potentially lethal encounter with a suspect. There were four scenarios in which she was required to speak from a script, and then react to events occurring at a range of five to 15 feet.
In the first, a driver is asked for his license. He pulls out a ... handgun. The beloved spouse had less than a second to pull her weapon and fire.
In the second, a driver is asked for his license. He pulls out a ... wallet. The beloved spouse indicated that she would have lost points for blowing away that particular driver.
In the third, she asks a driver to get out of his car. He does. He is a large, muscular, and obviously angry individual. He storms toward her, ignoring her commands to stop.
In the final scenario, she drives into a rest stop and sees one person, wielding a handgun, leaning in the window of a car and having an animated conversation with an individual in the car. She has only seconds to determine whether he is the carjacker or the car's owner, defending himself.
Results? Body count was two bad guys and no good guys--plus the carjacked vehicle took some damage. (She said she needs some target practice to improve.) The angry guy who came at her took four bullets arrayed between groin and chest.
Remind me not to tick her off.
posted by Derek the Great at 4:40 PM
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