Originally Posted by
Hirlau
About 10 years ago when I was still on the job, an employee of a popular magazine company called and reported a suspicious package had arrived & they wanted the police to respond. The person who received the call was new & I was sent to the complaintant, my questions as to the nature of the suspicious package, while in route, went unanswered.
I arrived & went to the 3rd floor of the building, where a lady approached me with an open postal package, I stopped her a few feet away & asked what's inside. She tilted the box to show me it contained white powder & a note that read, "This is Anthrax and all you B&#$*(^%'s are going to die." The lady had already showed the contents to the entire floor. I sealed the entry & exit points of the 3rd floor & waited for a Hazmat Unit to arrive. We were herded onto a recycled school bus, taken to a large hospital parking lot, made to exit the bus & strip of everything, put all belongings into large bags,,, walked naked in a line to be hosed & scrubbed by people in chemical suits,, then herded naked into a large room, where we were handed hospital gowns. We stayed in the room for several hours.
The powder turned out to be harmless,,,, all my equipment & clothes were destroyed anyway, my gun sonic cleaned.
I didn't hate the ass&ole who sent the package, I was pi$$ed at the system that failed me & my overall lack of training in this area. I had been trained to handle robbers, killers & lost children,,, not death in a box. Re-Training on Bio-hazards started immediately.
The only upside was that the magazine was working a story on the South Beach modeling industry. There were at least 15 models with me,,, I only wished that I had been keeping up with my workouts & had some of my hair left. I arrived home in a hospital gown & not a single phone number. :(