I place my hand over my service weapon, my eyes darting around the scene. I feel the familiar rush of adrenaline and take a deep breath, steadying myself. I can tell just how rusty I am; it takes me a moment to figure out where to go. With the man inside the building and the other two deputies covering the front, I start around to the back on the off chance he decides to run out the back. I crouch a bit, keeping my shorter frame below the bottom of the windows as I move around back.
I move quickly, the darkening sky helping to conceal my form as I move around the house. I pray he doesn't try to shoot anyone else and he's just a drunk; but at the same time a drunk who can't aim is just as dangerous with a loaded gun. I find myself a tree around back of the house, luckily with a clear enough sight line to the back door. I didn't see any other entrances, but that doesn't mean there aren't any on the other side of house, near Patterson. I keep my weapon pointed downwards as I listen to the deputies up front and watch for any fleeing forms.