Federal Marshalls encounter

82ndtrooper · 09-13-2007, 09:10

Ok, this morning started like any other morning since I've begun to seek a second career and going to school for radiography technology. Usual wake up @ 0600, SSS, coffee, raise the flag, then poke around on the computer before going to my only class on thursday's. Make some early telephone calls, return an email or two, and then head out for class. Class get's canceled since the professor is ill and their is notice on the door, so I head back home to use the day for lab preparation study for an exam next week.

Suddenly the door bell buzzer rings. We have an entry hall way into the building of our town homes. Instead of depressing the button on the wall to speak to the outside I simply depress the "unlock" button allowing the person or persons to enter the building. This is common as people usually lock them selves out of the building when taking garbage out etc. I walk out of my front door and look up the stairs to see two men dressed in 5.11 Tactical pants, black polo shirts with the embrodiered "Federal Marshalls" badge, duty belts with weapon, handcuffs, pepper spray, radio etc. ............Oh shit, whay I have I done now I ask myself ?

Federal Marshall: "Are you number # 2, ME: Yes sir, what can I can do for you ? Federal Marshall: We are here to serve you with a summons and your being placed under arrest for failure to appear in court this morning under a federal supoena ! ME: What ? Federal supoena ? arrest ? what in the world is this about sir ? Federal Marshall: Don't you know that your supoena you were served with demands that your appearance in court as a murder suspect is mandatory and not a request ? or that you can exercise your 5th Amendment if you choose to not incriminate your self or your friend ? ME: What murder? what friend ? and when was a supoena served to me or this residence ? Federal Marsahll: The supoena was supposedly served at your place of business on 5th street, XXXXXX, XXXXXXX ME: 5th Street ? I've never worked on 5th Street in my life, let alone ever had a supoena for a murder case nor was I ever deposed in my life.

ME: Who are you looking for exactly ? Fed Marshall: Your Mr. XXXXXX at #2 right? ME: Mr. XXXXXXX ? Nope, sorry, I'm Mr. Scott XXXX.

I was already in handcuffs, had never seen the face copy of the warrant for arrest, nor a supoena for a murder case. At his point the other Fed Marshall looks at his partner who's holding my cuffs and say's "Oh FXXK, it's not him, we've got the wrong address" Needless to say that after showing proper ID and a short conversation they discovered that the actuall address was for the attorney that lived across the hall from me. We even both mutually knew a guy that served with 3rd SFG (A) and had a short stunt with 1stSFOD.

After my heart rate fell back to normal and my breathing was beginning to slow back down we relized that in the mistaken address and lack of indentification the attorney they wanted had slipped off his deck and rode off in his car. I gave them a description of the car, and the firm that he worked for and they practically wanted to take me to breakfast after they both apologzied about 400 times. No harm, no foul.

What a strange morning. Just goes to show, you never know what's around the corner in life these days.

Ret10Echo · 09-13-2007, 09:18

Definately want to use the speaker button next time

HOLLiS · 09-13-2007, 09:22

82nd great story. Mistakes happen. I know of a felony stop, that went something like your experience. The apologies took much longer because of the family in the car were really rattled.

SFS0AVN · 09-13-2007, 09:26

I bet that started your day out right, wide awake all day long blood pressure 180 over 100 pulse 120.

rubberneck · 09-13-2007, 10:20

It's a good thing you didn't answer the door with a gun in your hand.

RTK · 09-13-2007, 10:25

The stellar land nav skills of those who work in Kentuckiana. I'm going to be even more careful since I'm in the same district as you.

82ndtrooper · 09-13-2007, 12:18

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Originally Posted by rubberneck

It's a good thing you didn't answer the door with a gun in your hand.

Yeah, I can only imagine.

Humorous enough though I did wear my carry gun, H&K USPc in Kramer leather paddle, to campus. At which time I removed the holster and weapon and locked it in the glove box of the car (No gun zone on campus)

After relizing that class was canceled I returned to the car and at that time saddled the holster and weapon back onto my hip for the drive home. Once home I sat down here at the computer and it was digging into my side so I removed the holster and weapon and sat them here on the desk, where it is still residing at this moment.

As the two agents and myself chit chatted after I was free to breath slowly again I said "I thought you might be here to take my firearms for some god saken unknown reason" to which the younger agent replied "Hillary isn't in office yet, and I would hang up my badge before I go collecting anyones firearms under her tyranny"

Maybe I should have invited them to PS.COM

82ndtrooper · 09-13-2007, 12:33

I will give kudo's too the the two Marshals. Both were young, polished, slim and in shape, both were wearing their pants pressed and duty gear well. Very professional, except for the part of handcuffing the wrong citizen.

No fatty's, blowhards, or otherwise poor personalities. What I'd expect from USMS.

As for my neighbor Mr. X. He's an attorney who's been known to consort with a sorted cast of charachters. While being a decent neighbor, cordial, friendly and even at times out of his way to help with just about anything around the residence, he has some shady looking individuals that seem to come and go in the night, sometimes staying for day's. We never really to seem get a grip on what exactly all this means and it's possibly really none of our business.

In the confusion, rapid heart and respiratory rate that I was expereincing from this incident I heard "murder suspect" or "testifying in a murder suspect case" I don't really remember which, but it certainly was not just a bench warrant for an unpaid speeding ticket, especially when the USMS is coming to his door, or my door in this particular case.

My heart rate is just now beginning to slow a bit.

Air.177 · 09-13-2007, 14:14

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Originally Posted by 82ndtrooper

I will give kudo's too the the two Marshals. Both were young, polished, slim and in shape, both were wearing their pants pressed and duty gear well. Very professional, except for the part of handcuffing the wrong citizen.

No fatty's, blowhards, or otherwise poor personalities. What I'd expect from USMS.

As for my neighbor Mr. X. He's an attorney who's been known to consort with a sorted cast of charachters. While being a decent neighbor, cordial, friendly and even at times out of his way to help with just about anything around the residence, he has some shady looking individuals that seem to come and go in the night, sometimes staying for day's. We never really to seem get a grip on what exactly all this means and it's possibly really none of our business.

In the confusion, rapid heart and respiratory rate that I was expereincing from this incident I heard "murder suspect" or "testifying in a murder suspect case" I don't really remember which, but it certainly was not just a bench warrant for an unpaid speeding ticket, especially when the USMS is coming to his door, or my door in this particular case.

My heart rate is just now beginning to slow a bit.

Sounds like it's my turn to see if YOU need some Maker's

Good times,
Blake

clapdoc · 09-13-2007, 14:56

My story is not nearly as dramatic at yours 82nd trooper.
Last Friday i came back in the house about 9:00 am after feeding livestock and our business line was ringing. The caller ID read; F B I, my initial thought was, what imbecile has their business ID as F B I . I answered and was asked my name and the agent identified himself as being with the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
He stated that they wanted to interview me concernig an ex-partner of mine for wire fraud, bank fraud and money laundering.
When I finally got my heart to slow down and I could think, we had a good conversation and I assured him that i would cooperate. So I am going, with counsel, and be interviewed by the FBI.
That was a hell of a phone call for an ole country boy.

82ndtrooper · 09-13-2007, 15:55

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Originally Posted by Air.177

Sounds like it's my turn to see if YOU need some Maker's

Good times,
Blake

I took a Beta-blocker and found a 10mg Valium in the medicine cabinet. Everything is real coooool here now. Has been for a while. What time is it ?

09-13-2007, 16:54

This could have been a MAJOR fuckup. How close are your physicals to the wanted subject. Did they ask you your name? Geez.

NousDefionsDoc · 09-13-2007, 17:43

In my opinion, that is bullshit. There is no excuse for them doing it and it happens way too often. Can't read a number on a door? Don't go in until you are sure.

There's no hurry anyway.

**The Reaper** · 09-13-2007, 17:55

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Originally Posted by clapdoc

So I am going, with counsel, and be interviewed by the FBI.

Exactly the way to do it. Never go without lawyering up.

And stop talking when you have answered the question.

Many years ago, an SF Captain who was a friend of mine had an FFL and sold guns in his spare time (back when you could still do that out of your house). He was getting out of the Army and had a class date for the FBI Academy just a few months before he hit the magic age cutoff for Federal LEOs.

He sold an AR-15 and a Remington 700 to a guy who paid cash, in $100 bills.

My buddy gets a call from the Secret Service, and he assumes that they are running a background check.

Turns out that the $100s are counterfeit. They make him go redeem the counterfeit money for his personal cash, and put him on the watch list. They also notify the BATF, which was part of the Treasury at that time, and they pull his records and rake him over the coals. He had the 4473s and all of the proper paperwork, but it takes time to prove your innocence.

He gets a call from the FBI saying that he is under investigation, and that he has to clear it up before his class date or miss the opportunity.

The Secret Service agrees to change his status from suspect to wirtness, if he agrees to testify against the counterfeiter in court. All is cool, for a couple of weeks.

Then they catch the counterfeiter's partner, and he agrees to roll over and dime out his buddy. Then they no longer need the Captain's testimony, so he goes back into the suyspect mode, and finally hires a lawyer (he didn't need one before because, as we all knew, he was innocent).

By the time they sort it all out and he is cleared, he missed his class and is over the age limit, so "bye bye" FBI opportunity, hello GM. But that is another story.

Bottom line: Hire a good attorney before answering any questions, even if you are innocent. Things can change quickly. And if you are stopped by LEO, one of the first issues is to establish who and where you are and determine who and where they are looking for.

TR

82ndtrooper · 09-13-2007, 18:59

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Originally Posted by Remington Raidr

This could have been a MAJOR fuckup. How close are your physicals to the wanted subject. Did they ask you your name? Geez.

I live just across the hallway from the wanted subject. Our town homes are four to a building, two stories each with an entry hallway that leads to stairs down to the 4 entrances of the four units. Imagine a star shaped building if your looking at it from a topography point of view. So yes, he's just across the hall about 7 foot steps, but possibly upstairs.

After I informed them that I was not Mr XXXX XXXXXXX, but rather Mr. Scott XXXX they practically bent over backwards for me and I dont think I've ever seen cuffs come off a persons wrists as fast as he had them off of me. I wont deny that I have been arrested for minor youthful transgressions, but it's been a looooonnnnnnggggg time since I've felt steel around my wrists.

After we established that we had a mutual friend with USMS that had served with 3rd SFG (A) and 1stSFOD they did ask my name again, as if to try to tell Mr. SF that they come across me. I'll see him soon enough since deer season is approaching and we generally run into each other at the gun club.

As of now, 20:59 Mr. X has not reported back to his residence as of yet. I've been here all day studying and I have taken the pooch for several walks and his car is no where to be seen. On a funny note Mr. X looks like Serpico with Dr. 90210 suits and shirts and drives a vintage Mercedes. It's quite a site.