Larry's Mirrored Glock 17

52 Stories in 52 Weeks: ## 33 Larry’s Mirrored Glock 17

By: Mr. George D. Patnoe., Jr.'s Ambidextrous Brain + Spiritual Mind.

Parking lots can do strange things to people. One moment a person can be sitting in a car drinking coffee and reading the newspaper; while a moment later, he could be pointing a gun at someone’s head to protect himself from a drug dealer or a car thief. But when the action begins, and the guns are being draw from gun hostlers to either protect and / or make an arrest, anything can happen, like seeing a gun in a mirror. Larry was always prepared for the action. Some arrests are easy and simple, while other arrests are dangerous and completely insane. In any case, every time a gun is drawn out if its hostler, the possibly of death and killing is in the air; because bullets wing and zoom through the air at very fast speeds. Many people would take that statement for granted, but a modern day bullet traveling faster than 1220 feet per second is nothing to laugh about, even for a second.

As was sometimes the case, Larry sat in his car for long periods just waiting for the criminals to enter the trap. On a cold winter night in late November, everything was still and slow, except for the winter’s cold and blustery winds blowing off the ocean. Larry sat in his car, taking slip from his warm coffee cup as the two radios ready for action. The car radio and the patrol radio.

The car radio played some soft classical music, on the very low volume, while the cold winter’s winds were blowing over the car. At night, the drab black and gray air could and would hide the dangerous men who wore black coats and black pants, just as if they wanted to hide within the dark and cold air, within their own thoughts of death. Only a few really stupid criminals wanted to play with death on cold, windy winter nights in New York, but some people loved catching criminals. The patrol radio was silent, except for the anticipation from the team.

Larry and the team were waiting for those dangerous men; no matter what form they would take. Larry sat in the movie theater’s parking lot, because it sat as an open arena for danger. Where dangerous criminals could walk or drive in from almost any direction from the surrounding city, even though a steel fence surrounded the building. The Sunrise movie theater was only a few feet from Jamaica Queens, New York. While the movie watchers were watching their movies in the 20 movie complex, they had no idea how many movie scenes had been played in the rear parking lot of Sunrise. The Sunrise movie theater was like no other movie theater in America. More car thieves had been caught in Sunrise’s parking lot, than in most parking lots in America. Mainly, because the team had the unique position to trap the car thieves like a spider catches flies. Yet, as the sun would rise in the morning, a new day bought a normal life of light to those on the team. But at night, everything changed as only darkness surrounded the theater and its parking lot.

It was one of those precognitive moments for Larry. Larry turned off the car’s radio because he felt a moment was arriving, a moment that the cold winds would drag in from Jamaica Queens, New York. The silence was nice, but it was strange. The silence changed from one form to another, as if the silence was calling out to Larry’s mind to be prepared for the arriving criminals. He listened to the winds, to the strange air, for just a moment. He knew it was arriving, but he did not know how it would arrive. It seemed to be arriving as if it was a ghost in the air, only this ghost would be in the form of skin and bones, if not two or three or more sets of skin and bones. People who might be carrying guns, like the TEC 9 semi-automatic machine pistol.

Larry’s car was positioned in the rear parking lot of the building, by the end of the theater. On the other end of the theater was a trailer where another team member was also looking out with binoculars. There was only one entrance for all cars to enter the parking lot and there was only one exit for the cars to exit the parking lot. They were connected to each other as one, under a street light. The drug dealers and car thieves who entered the entrance were unaware of the trap they were driving into, just as the fly that flies into the spider’s web. Car thieves were always in for a big surprise. Larry and the team loved catching car thieves; they might have done it for free if they had enough hours in a week to play those dangerous games. Those who had been caught in the team’s web, would never forget it. Even those who had walked into the parking lot trap had no idea what they were walking into; their moment of freedom before jail. The game had been played out countless numbers of times. The game of bad guys walking into the bears den, with only a very slight chance of escape, had been played out with every real life practice run.

Sunrise Theater is very long white brick building that was close to the Sunrise highway. It blocked the entrance and the exit that was on one end of the building, and every driver had to drive around the rear of the building to exit the parking lot. Then, they also had to pass the front of the building, which was another trap for the unsuspected car thieves. Plus, a tall steal fence surrounded the whole parking lot, forcing all cars to drive in one grand circle around Sunrise’s parking lot, being watched by the profession team. Once a stolen car or car thief was spotted, they were usually marked as car thieves long before they found the car they were going to steal.

Larry looked at his Glock 17, just to make sure it was still in its hostler. A silly thing to do really, but he knew the Glock 17 made a statement to any car thief that would see it in Larry’s hand. A Glock 17 is a modern day gun. It is modern because it is made from high tech polymer. It holds 17 bullets, plus the extra bullet clips that also hold 17 bullets. It is used by law enforcement all over the world. It is a modern day gun for many reasons. The cowboy guns were made out of heavy steel and they hold only six bullets. 17 bullets versus 6 bullets might not seem much to the common people; but in a real gun fight, especially against two or more criminals, more bullets are obviously better for all law enforcement personnel.

Then he checked his backup gun with a pat on its steel frame. It was one of those six shooters that was made out of steel and it held only six bullets. Of course, modern day bullets are very different the bullets of the cowboy day. Yet, the advantage to the old cowboy gun is that there is less of a possibility of the gun jamming up, or not shooting. He moved the hand radio closed to his body as he looked around the parking lot. He looked at the trailer that was located at the other side of the long parking lot. There was no action, but Larry hoped that the man inside was awake and not sleeping from the boredom of the Wednesday night. Weekend’s were always busier because there were more cars to choose from, but car thieves liked to steal cars on week nights too. Larry sensed that even the cold air was waking up to the action that would be soon arriving in its dry, crispy page. When the air started to predict the motions of the future, Larry knew that too. He sat up from his stalled sitting.

He looked up at the roof of the long building. He could not see the head of the lookout guy who was lying down on the roof, with a pair of binoculars in his hand. But he knew that he would be hardly sleeping, even as he was wrapped in his warm body suit. The cold winds would still tingle his face with the memories of opening the freezer for some ice cream in the summer time. The guy on the roof was handy to have around as a watch out. He could see almost everything on the ground, but he relied on people to listen to his every word when he spoke into the radio. The team were always waiting for any kind of real action, as they waited in a relaxed state of mind, for that constant stillness in their minds. It was a stillness of readiness. A mind full of calm stillness was needed when bullets were whizzing through the air. In one split second, bullets could be flying through the air, and everyone would know what to do. But being a wild, confused mind would not help the bullets hit their target.

Everyone had a radio. It was realized that a radio was almost as important as a gun and handcuffs. The radio could be silent for hours until a few words were uttered over the airwaves. When words were indeed sent through the airwaves, when the first sound of a human’s voice was blurted through the speakers, everyone stopped what they were doing and listened to very word. Usually, there was no time to repeat descriptions and commands.

Everyone was waiting for the unspoken danger that was arriving; although they could not sense it like Larry. Larry twisted in his car’s seat as his blood began to flow through his body. What is it? he asked himself.

Larry saw the gray and black colored car drive pass him. He looked at the two males who were dressed in their dark clothes, as they tried to hide their faces in the darken car. Larry slid down in his car seat, pretending to be a sleeping bum. There was nothing special about the car, until it drove around a second time. There were plenty of empty parking spaces on this Wednesday night, so what was these two dark individuals up to? Larry grabbed his radio to call it in, but the dark car left the parking lot. Larry was going to start his car, but he knew that the car’s lights would give him away, so he waited. While he prepared for the questionable but definite action that would soon take place, Larry saw the car drive by him a third time. He radioed in the fact.

‘Guys, a gray and black car has driven around three times.’ There was silence on the radio. No response? thought Larry. Larry pushed the radio button once again. ‘That means they have been in and out of the parking lot three times.’ Everyone woke up from their doubt.

‘Hey Larry, good call. The car is parked next to a car and they have their car hood open already. The other guy is working on the other car. Larry and the others knew that was a trick of car thieves. They would park next to a car that they wanted to steal, and open the hood of their car. One guy would pretend to work under his car’s hood so he could be a watch out for the other guy who was working on the car that they wanted to steel.

Larry knew that within seconds, the two men would be jumping into their unmarked cars and they would be circling around to the rear. The two cars in the front would be leaving the front of the building to trap the would be stolen car, if they were quick enough. One car would be going around one side of the building, while the other car would be going around the other side of the building; in order to block the car (s) from escape. Larry put his hand on the car’s key to turn it, but he waited. He knew that the car thieves might hear his car’s engine and he did not want to scare the guys away from their last moment of freedom. It was almost show time, but time changes when a gun is being withdrawn from it holster. A magical moment of the mind, of the brain. Everything is moving faster than ever, but the mind, the brain sees everything in slow time. Step by step action.

Larry saw one undercover car drive by him, and he still waited for a few seconds to turned the car’s key. He felt the moment and the turned the car’s key. The car started fast for a cold dark winter night. He put the car in drive, and he stepped on the gas pedal. He drove behind the undercover car, driving down the parking lot with a greed for speed, for part of the action. He secretly hoped that his partners would leave some fun for him. As he drove up to the scene, he watched one of his partners handcuffing the car thief. The other guy had somehow entered his car.

Larry drove up in front of the stolen car to stop only a few inches from the stolen car’s bummer. Larry hopped out his car and he stepped with both feet on the cold dark tar. The cold winds hit his face, but he was as warm as on a summer day because he was not aware of cold or warmth. He was aware of the moment. He starred at the scene as he analyzed what he had to do next. He saw people starring at him, but they too were a frizzy vision as his eyes concentrated on the one car what was not trapped. He did not feel the cold wind as he hand swung around to his gripe his gun, the Glock 17. His mind was far away from the cold, or even at death, as he grabbed the Glock’s handle. He quickly pulled the Glock out of its holster and swung it around in front of eyes.

His eyes never even blinked at the guy who was driving the car. Larry raised the Glock to eye level so he could look down its sights. He loudly yelled out, ‘Police! Freeze.’ Somehow, Larry knew that guy was not going to freeze. A moment of silence between Larry and the driver glared into each others eyes. A moment of questions. A pause in the game between a good guy and a bad guy. Larry sensed no danger as his vision expanded to the on lookers who were starring at him and the real life movie scene that was transpiring behind the Sunrise Movie Theater.

Larry knew what they were thinking. "Is he going to pull the trigger? Is he going to shoot that guy."

Larry noticed their fuzzy faces as they stood frozen in the cold air, starring at him. They were frozen not because of the cold winds, but because they knew they could not control Larry’s trigger finger. It would be Larry’s decision to pull the trigger of the Glock 17. As the seconds ticked on, they watched Larry’s statuesque body as it was frozen still, with the Glock 17 pointed at the car thief’s head.

Larry’s mind was not frozen as it raced through the numerous possibilities that might take place within the next few minutes. As his eyes looked through the Glock’s sights, his mind was racing with different concepts. His mind had split into two. ‘If I shoot his guy, think of all the paper work, and the possibility of a grand jury investigation. Not to mention a law suit by who knows who. Is this guy going to be stupid or what? Great, who might be taking video of this scene?’ These were lighting fast concepts of instead of real logical thinking. There was no time for a sit down with your mind when you have a gun pointed at someone’s head because he has a weapon of his own. A ton of steel car can not move as fast as nine millimeter bullet, but it was still a weapon when driven by a criminal who wanted to remain free of jail. Larry was not in the mood to jump over the car as he might in the summer time.

He saw the car thief’s smile widen as he backed up his stolen car and he rammed it into Larry’s unmarked car. Larry’s foot crossed over his other foot as he started to move this body to the side of the approaching car. A car which was now a weapon in the eyes of the driver and of Larry, because he did not freeze as he was ordered to stop. Instead, the car thief was driving the car just as if it was a trigger of a gun. Normal people would not argue with a gun, but criminals have been known to do anything to escape a jail sentence. The car’s bumper dragged along side of the car for two feet before it founds it way clear of the unmarked car.

Larry saw the car thief’s face as it looked serious enough, but then it was gone. Larry’s mind was not looking at a clear windshield, with no one to shoot at. The guy had ducked under the steering wheel as he stepped on the gas pedal. Larry knew that he could have pulled the trigger if the bullets would have hit a target, but since he was now looking at the clear glass of a car with no observable head, he had only one choice to save himself from the moving weapon. He stepped aside with the grace of a ballet dancer, even though his legs were trained as a martial arts expert for many years.

Larry’s Glock 17 was still pointed at the car as he looked at the car. As the car began to pass Larry, the car’s driver popped up his head, so he could drive the car. Maybe the car thief thought he was going to hit Larry, but Larry was really quick on his feet. The driver slower down the car to almost a stop; maybe to get a look at Larry’s facial expression. Larry was only an inch away from the car as he looked at the driver with the Glock 17 pointed straight at the guy’s head. Larry knew that he was out of danger, so he would have no legal status to pull the trigger. He also did not know how many people were watching the scene. There could be so many accounts of the shooting even if Larry cried self-defense. For some unknown reason, the car thief almost stopped the car for a couple of seconds, but seemed like minutes within Larry’s mind. Time slowed.

Larry quickly moved his body closer to the car’s window with the Glock 17 in the air. Larry looked into the driver’s window as the car thief gleamed a smile at Larry. Larry became increasingly conscious of his Glock 17. Larry moved his head closer to the widow to get a look at the car thief’s face. As if Larry was dancing on a stage as a ballet dancer, in one flowing ballet motion of his arm, the Glock 17 was also aimed an inch from the window, pointed only two feet from the car thief’s head. Larry’s eyes beamed into the car with the thrill of the hunter hunting the criminal. As the car so slowly crawled, next to Larry body, Larry moved his Glock 17 even closer to the window, almost touching the glass.

So there it was, the glare of the Glock 17 in the window. Larry looked into the car as he noticed the Glock’s reflection. The black Glock 17 that he held in his hand was reflected in the window’s glass mirror; just as if someone else was holding Glock 17. As he looked at the car thief, his eyes blinked over for just a second at the Glock’s 17 reflection, just before he blinked back to the guy’s face. He knew that if he had pulled the Glock’s trigger, he would have seen the bullet’ blasts exit the Glock’s barrel and he would have seen the bullets crash into the window’s glass. He would have heard the Glock’s blast in his ear before he would have heard the bullets hitting and breaking the glass window, just as he would have felt the glass hit his face, just as he would have seen the bullets enter the guy’s head, just as he would have felt the guy’s blood splashing on his face too. Bullets and glass in his face, as well as in his memory.

The psychology of killing another human being would indicated that killing another human being is not a good memory to own before one leaves planet earth for heavenly adventures; especially when you had a mirrored movie of the kill to reinforce the memory.

Larry also saw his face’s reflection in the glass’s mirror, as his mind was raced in circles with so many concepts as time slowed down. Time did slow down within Larry’s mind. He felt as if he was soul searching faster than the speed of light. He had heard about the superstition of seven years of bad luck after breaking a mirror. What would be the superstition of watching yourself in a mirror as you pulled a gun trigger to destroy both the mirror and another human being?

Killing another person as you were watching yourself shooting a gun, and watching the bullet travel into the reflection that separated the kill? ‘Would I remember my own facial expression as I shot this car thief? Will I have nightmares about the reflections of the Glock 17 and it’s blast, the breaking glass and the flying glass, the noise of the blast and, the flying blood, the quick death of a sad looking car thief? Am I going to remember this moment for the rest of my life, or will I laugh it off, as some kind of joke; like the car thief deserved to die? Do I want to kill someone for driving a stolen a car? No, not really!’

He quickly looked into his own eye, into his own soul, just before he again looked into the eyes, into the soul of the car thief. An spontaneous moment when of two people on a dark, cold, windy night were separated by a mirrored glass of death. ‘What was the car thieve’s intention? Is he going to turn that car into me, to ram into me like the weapon it could be?’ Larry become more conscious of the car’s physical exertion. ‘Is it going straight or is he going to turn the car into me. Is he going to try to hit me with a Glock 17 pointed at his head, knowing he is facing a quick and sure death, or is he going to make the correct choice to drive straight?’

He increasingly felt his finger that was on the Glock’s 17 trigger, prepared to pull it if the car had even slightly edged towards Larry. He knew that he could have pulled with a slight ease of his finger, he had pulled on it many times before. When the car thief looked at the close up of the Glock 17 pointed at his head, only two feet away from his head, he quickly changed his smile to fear. The car thief realized that if Larry had to shoot the Glock 17, there would only be one winner, if indeed Larry would be a winner. As he kept his mind focused, a bullet would have hit the car thief’s head in less time than a blink of an eye.

The car thief understood that he would have been dead within one blink of his eyes, by one slight pull of Larry’s finger, but he must have thought more about living than dying. After Larry and the Glock 17 had sent their message to the driver, the car thief stepped on the car’s gas pedal. Time returned to normal as he drove off straight, leaving Larry with the Glock 17 in his hand.

But the chase was not over! Larry watched the team as they were warming up to the fact that the Glock’s 17 fancy bullets would remain in the gun, leaving the car thief to be chased through the city streets. The car thief was making a mad dash to freedom, so the chase was still on.

Larry heard the words, ‘Larry, Get in!’ He turned his head to see the open door of his undercover car. Larry was very surprised that a team member was driving his car, but he did not argue with the driver. Time had returned to normal, for only a few seconds, until the cars quickly raced faster and faster in the parking lot. The car chase was now on, as time slowed down again within the mind of Larry, just as the cars moved faster and faster through the city streets.