Training
I had managed to get back to the city from a rural station, to police the area where I was brought up as a kid. It gave me a certain sense of belonging and a wish to really get in there and improve things.
My partner and I were called to a guy who had holed himself up in a first-floor flat in one of the more run-down areas. Being a riot-trained officer, I donned some riot gear and waited for back-up. In the meantime, the guy was running about, yelling and abusing people from a balcony.
As the new boy on the block, I was first to enter the building. However, as I went round the entrance door to look down the corridor, the man appeared, kicked the door at my colleagues and attacked me with a kitchen carving knife and a rolling pin.
Thankfully, my training was such that I had my shield right up in the way and the guy hit it, causing the knife to ‘ping’ off in another direction as I pushed it towards him. He rushed the shield at the same time as I ran at him. He bounced clean off and lay prone on the floor. My colleagues all landed around him to contain him. After some paperwork, the job was done.