I went one step further in SA.
As I was leaving the hospital one night I bumped into a guy from the Flying Squad and we had a casual conversation about the night's events. It was around 1am and he had all his kit with him. He offered me a ride-along and I couldn't say no. I knew he wasn't stuffing around when he gave me a vest with a ceramic plate in the front. We ended up going over 200kph down the highway trying to get to the scene of an alleged bottlestore robbery. When we got there it was pitch black and there was no sign of a break-in but there was some movement in the shadows up on a balcony. That's when the guy said to me "Keep your arse against the car because you have no plate in the back of your vest"
Nice one eh?
He and his partner got out with their R5 rifles and started shining their torches up at the balcony. I crouched with my arse against the car, facing the other side of the courtyard, hoping things would be okay. All I had was a pistol. Thankfully the Midnight Strollers on the balcony came down without a fuss and that was the end of the matter. But I promise you there is an element of fear that tarnishes the adrenalin rush a little. If there had been two bad boys with AKs on either side of the courtyard, up on the balcony, I would have had very slim chances indeed.
