You simply can’t call the police on such matters as this. The police deal with people and their sins. Ronnie Levinson and his friends were not people. They may have been at one time but they were not anymore. These matters would only result in the deaths of countless officers. I had begun to explain all this to the young father but all he did was continue to stare at me muted. I went on explaining to him that what we were dealing with here was pure evil, members of Satan’s army. And we, as loyal soldiers of the army of God had a duty to defend our house of the Lord and its members in our community. I then sent Father Callahan to gather as many crucifixes as possible while I set forth in making up a fresh batch of Holy water for our disposal. I then gone over to our church’s storage closet and had retrieved several five-gallon buckets which I promptly filled with the water whereupon I blessed them all twice. I then quickly sent forth to my office where I kept a police man’s special snub-nose .38 locked away in the drawer of my desk. When I had made my way back downstairs to our church’s basement to check on and see the progress Father Callahan was making when it came to the gathering of the items I had asked him to retrieve, I …show more content…
Once safely back inside, I’d planned to send this demon that I’d manage to segregate from the pack back to Hell before the other three manage to open the bottles and find out that it was a trick. If everything did go according to plan though, I would be able to take this one out as easily as I did the last one. Hopefully then, the wine can manage to take out at least one of the remaining boys in the parking lot, and then all I would have to worry about was how I’m going to finish off the remaining two now that they would surely be pissed off and looking for
There are so many life experiences that play a role in my return to college to seek my bachelor's
“The Sheriff´s office has issued a mandatory evacuation order for your area.” A phone call like that will get you out of bed in a hurry, and it’s something you don’t get used too. I grew up in Ramona, California, a small rural town with not much to offer. Mountains, farm animals, hillbillies and fires… all a part of Ramona.
After checking every photo taken during the investigation, the Deputy District Attorney, Michelle Trego asked the detectives to interview the witnesses again. “We want to make certain she pays for this crime,” Michelle said riding up in the elevator with Detective Wallace.
My full name is Samantha Taylor Miller, I am a criminal justice major. I am from Little Falls, New York. I currently live in North Hall with my roommate, who is also my close friend from high school. Although Little Falls is only about thirty minutes from UC, I am glad I chose to live on campus because I have met so many new people as a result of living in the resident's hall.
Hey how are you doing? My name is Sheterrica Lenard and I've been working since I was 16 years old and I have all the experience that is required for this position. I have 5 years of experience in supervising and coordinating work of other correctional officers, I also can drive passenger vehicles and trucks used to transport inmates to other institutions, courtrooms, hospitals and work sites. I counsel inmates and respond to legitimate questions, concerns, and requests. I have also participate in required job training. After being in school for 8 years, majoring inn this field, I know I meet all required standards for this position. Although not all police departments require their detectives to possess a college degree, the shift toward a
I currently have an Associate degree in Criminal Justice and have attended Professional Military Education (PME) courses in Security Forces Apprentice and Security Forces Leadership courses. Moreover, I was selected to attend the MWD Handler and Kennel Master/Trainer courses at Lackland Air Force Base (AFB) Texas. I have also attended the Non Commissioned Officer Academy Management Course at Petersen AFB, Colorado that enhanced leadership capabilities. Lastly, I was selected to attend Yuma Joint Forces Regional K9 Training with U.S. Marine/Navy in Yuma Proving Ground, Arizona in preparation for combat mission in
I could not believe what I had just said, I said it so hastily that I thought no one had heard me, but the judge clearly heard me say “The defense moves to indict Isabella Moores of first degree murder.” Everybody in the courtroom was speechless, “This so called witness was planning to murder her mother since she ran away from home, all because her mother was constantly abusing her and I have evidence to prove it!”
On 06-09-2016 at 1103 hours I was contacted at the front desk of the Police Department in reference to stealing.
I quickly woke up to the sounds of loud sirens, I have no idea what is going on as I try to regaining my position. I'm noticing my hands are cuffed as I start to quickly realize what is going on. I start to frantically panic as my eyes finally adjust to my surroundings. I see that I'm clearly in the back of a cop car. I observed that the police officer is seeing that he is periodically looking in the rear view mirror then back to the road. I irrationally start to spit out nonsense before I solidly ask him in a shaky voice, “w-w-whats going on, why am I in here?” He looks back at me, giving out a quick chuckle, “oh you clearly know what you did darling, don't act innocent.” I then reply back, quickly giving him a confused stare “n-no
Evan kept off the interstate for a while sticking to back roads and changing directions periodically to make sure he wasn’t being tailed.
I will not stop until I make the world a safer and better place. Maybe it'll be done by me being a prosecutor and help bring justice to the families who have been hurt. Maybe I’ll be a police officer and work my way up to a detective, or maybe I’ll even be a forensic psychologist and testify in court for the prosecution. It’s obvious I don’t know exactly how I’ll protect my people and make the world safer, but I am determined to do so; I will not give up on making my dreams a reality.
Choosing a career is a very stressful, meaningful, and sometimes exciting thing. While choosing a career you have to think about many different aspects. There are so many choices and decisions that have to be made. Will you get into the right college? Will you be able to succeed in life? Will you make enough money to later support a family? Most importantly, do you love it? I have gone from a Veterinarian, a police officer, a lawyer, and a federal agent specializing in crimes against children. Even though those were all careers I thought were right for me, they were not. My chosen career and true passion is a Prosecuting Attorney, and eventually Attorney General.
As a Correctional Officer for the State of Colorado, I am motivated and tempted every day to promote but do not currently have the degree to move further into my career. I would like to increase my knowledge and experience in my career through law enforcement, but the only way to guarantee that I excel with experience and education depends on my motivation into evolving a Bachelor’s degree. My plan is to follow through my ideas and turn them into my dream coming true. I lost track of education and motivation when I was at Colorado State University of Pueblo in 2010, not realizing what I was throwing away at the time. Knowing that I was incorrect and foolish to get rid of something that is critical in life has made me want to complete something that was broken and make it whole again.
As I am sitting in my smelly, old jail cell I am thinking why did I pretend to be someone else. I’ll tell you why I got into jail. This is the story of how I got into all of mess and what I did that made me go to jail. Once I was stealing from a store and I was about to big escape while my partner was outside by the car covering for me. My partner and I always robbed places because this is what we did since we were in high school. We got in the car started to drive, went across the bridge and BOOM. We quickly jumped out of the car and got in the boat under the bridge in enough time to get in the boat before the police got to our car to find us. We drove back to the warehouse in the boat because we have to drop the money that we got and we almost
On January 01, 2017 at approximately 7:14 PM I, Deputy Bowring, was stopped by a Barbara Fish who advised me that she need my assistance, down the road. Barbara stated that she thinks her friend’s husband is deceased. I followed Barbara to the address of 9999 E. FM 2966 Yantis, Texas.