Sorry guys, been a little busy today.
Ok, so, to clear up some elements of what happened:
The glass and door were possibly thick enough to at least severely restrict the penetration of a .25, but not abnormally strong.
The woman didn't whisper, but she didn't speak near as loud as she was through the door.
The police rolled up in two cars simultaneously. The first came in closer to the first building across a through-way, then promptly cut diagonal, while the second pulled parallel to my building, but a little further behind the first:
Building 1
______________
..........\ <-car 1
--- <-car 2
______________
...** perps * me
Building 2
The guys jumped out of the first car remarkably fast; to be honest, I don't know why people resist police or attempt to fire on them. A split second hesitation, and they've got the upper hand. They really got into a tactically superior position VERY quickly, using their cars for cover. Add to that their blinding spotlights, and any suspect is at a disadvantage from the get-go.
The driver of car one immediately focused on me, weapon drawn upon seeing mine, while his partner kept his eye on the no-goods while providing cover. I am quite certain that my center mass was directly in his sights, there's little doubt of that. They made no advancement on me UNTIL I had already dropped my weapon. They issued repeated verbal commands to lower my weapon, etc, which I followed to the letter. I later saw at least one of the responding officers with a shotgun of some type, but I'm not sure if he was with the first two cars to respond. Car 2 focused on our unlucky friends.
When they told me to back down and drop the gun, I took my left hand off the gun, put it up in the air and kept the gun pointed at the methies. Slowly with my right hand, I flicked on the safety before I lowered it and dropped it from waste level sideways and parallel to the ground (last thing I wanted was a muzzle of dirt; I still am not sure why or how I thought clearly enough to do this). Once it landed, they ordered me to the ground -- I put my hands on my head, took two steps to the side from my gun and got on my knees. Officer 1 (driver) advanced toward me at that time, while officer 2 kept me covered. Officer 1 cuffed me while I was on my knees, took me to his cruiser and frisked me pretty thoroughly (like he probably could have guessed my tailored measurements thoroughly). No matter, just a spare mag on me, but crap ID is in the room. Didn't matter, they took my hotel key card and got my wallet from my room. Probably went somewhat on alert when they saw my Mosin Nagant background on my laptop.
By the time I was being cuffed, another car pulled up, and a 4th when I was being loaded into the cruiser for holding. The supervisor (Sargent) showed up probably no more than 5-10 minutes later, but it seemed like an hour.
They started to take my gun, and had it, the ammo, and 2 magazines in 3 separate evidence bags, but the supervisor told them to give it back to me -- they didn't need it (no shots fired), and he was sure I didn't want to be 3 months without it while it was processed and used as evidence in court that really wasn't relevant to the perps. I wasn't being charged with anything, so there was another reason not to hang on to it. He did suggest I wait until they were gone before I reload the mags and load the gun, though. He joked that I would probably have it tucked in my boxers... nightstand condition one wasn't too far off (I usually leave the slide back, mag in the gun at night. Now it will stay loaded and on safe at all times, most likely).
