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dexter_stayne said:all undercovers wear flanno - fact [/QUO
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dexter_stayne said:all undercovers wear flanno - fact [/QUO
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fun_lovess said:Oh, and i also remembered a little thing, back last year when i was in a very prominent club - freo, off my chops chewing a lollypop (it wasnt like an event or anything, so i'd say me and my friend looked a little out of place - more people drinking there than anything id say) and i was a little out of it, looking for my friend when i walked past a guy in a fairly quiet area, not a lot of people there and he stopped me and ask why i was chewing a lolly pop - thinking immediately "shit, im holding 10 extras in my pocket"... [a couple more for me and a few other friends to have later in the night]...i replied with "cos im hungry " and he started asking questions like - oh right, i dont suppose youre sellin any cos i'm not enjoyin myself here tonight, coulda ya happen to hook me up?" and i looked up at him blankly as if i didnt know wot he was talking about and at that time my friend swung by and grabbed me and took me off to the other end of the club.
She thought he looked suss, and so did i - mind you i was mid peak during the encounter so i dunno how valid my assumption was, however.........
HE WAS WEARING FLANNEL!!!!!!!!!!!
fun_lovess said:Im sure this is quite common in clubs and in one in particular im talking about, my mate used to be one of the people who was authorised to deal in the club, for the club, with a percantage of the profits allowed to go back to him. The more you sell, the more you're allowed to get at a reduced price and therefor a bigger profit you can make for yourself. The owners of the club chose people to deal and those little dealers would squeal on anyone unauthorised they saw dealing - like small time dealers who wanted to make a buck in the club that night. But it meant that profits were kept in the club, and the others risked the chance of being paid a visit by a coppa, or kicked out and barred, in not a nice manner.
'Abandoned' undercover cop sues police
From: By Rhett Watson
August 20, 2005
LIFE as an undercover cop was a wild ride for Robert Ridley but in July 1992, as he sat down with drug dealers to smoke a cannabis joint laced with heroin, he realised how much he had changed.
He believed his undercover roles of drug dealer or outlaw bikie had overtaken reality - that of a senior constable with a wife and friends outside the shadowy world he inhabited.
He has alleged in a civil suit against the State Government that the NSW Police's lack of psychological support resulted in a spiral into depression, anxiety, paranoia and drug and alcohol dependence.
The toll allegedly occurred during four strenuous years from 1990 with the Special Forces Undercover Unit where Mr Ridley masqueraded as a bikie and drug dealer.
His claim, being heard in the District Court, has revealed one former officer's view of how the force handled its undercover operatives.
In his opening statement for Mr Ridley, Rick Burbidge QC alleged the force's lack of psychological support left his 42-year-old client battling demons and culminated in a full emotional breakdown, ending Mr Ridley's career.
Before the 1992 heroin incident, there were few drugs Mr Ridley had not tried in the line of duty - taking them had become part and parcel of ensuring his cover was not blown.
The day he snorted "a huge line of speed" straight off a hunting knife held under his nose by a member of the Rebels Motorcycle Gang still lived with Mr Ridley, Mr Burbidge said.
He worked as many as seven operations at a time - and struggled to remember his cover stories.
"It was quite difficult during the course of a shift to remember which drug you were buying sometimes," Mr Ridley said when briefly taking the stand yesterday.
Living under the constant threat of being discovered, he was also on the receiving end of his colleagues' high-powered rifles during arrests and was once kicked unconscious by an officer unaware he was an undercover agent.
Mr Burbidge alleged that, despite his client raising concerns, the only time he was sent to a psychologist was at his superior - Detective Inspector Mick Drury's - request.
"No advice of any kind was forthcoming in relation to his growing problem with alcohol and drugs," Mr Burbidge said.
Mr Ridley had spent the past 13 years looking over his shoulder, waiting for a contract killer to find him after one of his targets, Russian gangster Alex Nuchimov, put a price on his head.
The Russian heroin dealer was arrested in 1992 following a 12-month undercover operation.
Mr Ridley and his first wife went into witness protection but the matter worsened when Nuchimov escaped two years later.
The case continues on Monday.
Miss X - undercover cop posted to the gutter
By Leonie Lamont
March 7, 2006
FOR six years, Miss X was a drug dealer. She tuned into the wavelength of criminals and talked the talk from the gutter up. She even had a wardrobe to match, recalling her "cocaine clothes, heroin clothes, hash clothes".
In reality, Miss X, as the court has called her, was an undercover policewoman attached to the Drug Squad, given the task of befriending and betraying dealers. While her six-year stint started more than 25 years ago, her negligence case in the Supreme Court is still so sensitive that the Commissioner of Police yesterday intervened.
Miss X, now 56, a career officer until she was medically discharged in 1996, "burnt out" and suffering from depression and adjustment disorder, is suing the NSW Police for unlimited damages claiming the police were negligent in their management of her psychological wellbeing while she was undercover, and later.
Yesterday, she told the Supreme Court that when she joined in 1974 "women didn't have handcuffs, guns or batons". The NSW Women's Police Force, as opposed to the men's service, the NSW Police, were a prim and proper bunch, and her duties were to deal with women and children.
In the late 1970s she was transferred to undercover work.
The extent of her training was being "given a drug price list and told how important it was to learn drug prices, and I watched what the men did, and I guess learned".
"I found it a real challenge to be able to pit my wits against cunning and hardened criminals and beat them hands down.
"In hindsight I see how lonely it was, but at the time I loved it. The only [jobs] for women was school lecturing or work as a women's police officer."
Eventually, she was living her persona of drug dealer around the clock. There was no counselling or debriefing. With most of her professional life spent undercover, or in surveillance during stints with the National Crime Authority, when she returned to mainstream policing as second in charge of detectives at a metropolitan station she felt totally unprepared. Her barrister, Bruce Stratton, QC, said she spoke to her superiors and their reply was that she would pick it up on the job.
Mr Stratton said the problems of stress were well known to the police force during that era, and it should have foreseen how the long and irregular hours and dangerous activities required counselling.
The hearing continues.
georgi said:There was recently a case in Hobart where an off duty, un-uniformed police officer was on a night out and fairly intoxicated