Saturday night, downtown metropolitan area, big chain hotel. 22 year old me is MOD. Booked out for a little girl’s dance competition.
Plainclothes officer flashes his badge, “we need to talk.” Oof. He proceeds to show me a Snapchat video clip of people waving around guns and various substance abuse, my hotel room as their backdrop.
“We’ve been tracking these guys for weeks. We wanna get them here.”
GM won’t answer phone. AGMs won’t answer theirs either. Too young to know how to say no to this kind of authority figure.
Throw the plainclothes officer into a houseman uniform and give him a clipboard. Let him go on weed-sniffing duty to track down this perp’s room number. No luck. Reviewing security footage didn’t yield anything either, we allege a friend of perp’s booked the room.
Officer sees the perp in the lobby. Asks me to get his attention to “say he won a drawing or something for a free hotel stay and get his room number.” Lol, I’m not doing that.
An hour later perp walks up to me and explains he lost his wallet. Awesome! “What’s your name so I can verify the ID in the wallet it gets turned in? And what’s your room number? I’ll give you a call with any information.”
Hand this over to plainclothes officer. His undercover name is Hash. He has a buddy cop with him now. They explain they’ll execute a SWAT raid shortly.
Um. I didn’t agree to this? Too late to back out now I guess. Still no answer from the A/GMs.
Assemble the staff and review active shooter protocols. Stay on site until SWAT arrives at 1am. Lead the SWAT raid up to the floor through the service elevator.
No knock explosive round to the door. Smoke everywhere - the hotel chain has open air atriums with rooms lining it. Fire alarms going off. Children and mothers sobbing.
No live gunfire though!
Permanently lost the dance group for the Sales Team after that. :) Glad I don’t work in hotels anymore.