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 offi cer down: Overwhelming Physical Force: The Carl Everett/Linda Mason Incident


back into his consciousness, he staggered to his feet and squinted down the hall. T rough the haze, he could see Roper slamming his partner into the walls like a rag doll. He started toward her, but Choi was blocking his way, his tremendous mass fi ll- ing the hallway. Everett snatched the OC spray from his belt, thrust it toward Choi, and, as the wrestler turned to meet him, discharged it into his face. Choi stopped, lowered his head, rubbed his eyes; then looked up and started forward again. Ev- erett hit him with a second blast of OC, this one longer than the fi rst. Choi stopped, rubbed his eyes with more vigor, and then stepped back. Everett dodged around Choi, spraying him again as he passed, and moved up to Roper, who was still slamming Mason into the walls. He raised the canister and discharged it into the huge man’s face. Roper dipped his head slightly, but then looked up again. He threw Mason down like a used gym towel, lowered his massive shoulders, and charged directly at Everett. Meanwhile, Choi, now recovering from the OC, threw himself into the offi cer with equal ferocity. He came in low, trapping Everett’s right heel as he drove his shoulders into the leg above. Fearing that his leg was breaking, Everett tried to relieve the pres- sure by twisting to the side, but Roper was slamming into him by then, hitting him high and knocking him off balance. As he crashed to the fl oor, Everett could hear the leg cracking and popping. A fi st slammed into the back of his head,


a kick; then everything went numb as he felt the barrage bombarding his back and head. He curled up into a fetal position and tried to cover his head with his arms, letting his body armor absorb some of the impact. Everett could hear the dispatcher calling him, and Sgt. Reed asking what fl oor he was on. Reed was on the scene, or close, but he might have trouble fi nding them. Ever- ett had forgotten to give the room number when he called for help, and the motel was a large four-story building. T e beating stopped. Everett managed to pull himself to his feet and look around.


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T ere, at the end of the hall, were Reed and a sheriff ’s deputy who had followed Reed to the motel after seeing him rushing to the


scene. “Down here!” Everett shouted. He stayed on his feet just long enough to see the other two offi cers starting his way.


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