Back in 1984 after the Nevil Johnson shooting the City of Miami purchased what was considered at the time to be state of the art shoot don’t shoot simulator,. it was housed in a rather large room with a wall to wall screen that had multiple projectors behind the screen.
Placed in front of the screen was a City of Miami patrol car.
They had a open house where media and any citizen could stop by and take a try at their skills so I decided to give it a try, at the time I was about 24 and even though it was illegal to carry without a permit which at the time was impossible to get unless politically connected I carried anyway, my firearm at the time was a small Colt 5 shot .38 revolver which i had practiced with a bit.
The waiting room was packed with media out of the crowd all I could find was maybe a half dozen citizens, everyone had to sign in and and then was told to sit and wait.
They would take people in two by two many times with their cameramen, when my turn came up, I was paired with a young man probably 21 who was sitting next to me.
However what was strange to me was folks where going into the simulator but no one was coming out.
None the less once in the room we would where instructed that we would be doing a routine traffic stop, I was riding shotgun so I was instructed it would be my job to call in the location which once things started i noticed could be clearly seen, the tag number, describe the vehicle and the occupants, then proceed.
We where issued standard issue .38 revolvers that had been modified so the simulator could determine where we shot and how many times we shot.
The operator knew ahead of time we would be setup in a shoot or die situation.
The it got interesting, we where heading down a two lane road, suddenly to our right a car blows a stop sign and takes off down the road, the young man to my right has the pedal to the floor, the car is not running but we could hear it running and the speed in the simulation is picking up, the a car we are after gets lit up and eventually pulls to a stop.
I pick up the microphone call in the unit number printed on the dash and advise we are 10-50 at (address) on a white 4 door vehicle Florida 123 ABC occupied two times (race) and assumed males.
To my surprise the dispatcher answered back repeating what i just stated, I confirm 26.
Then it got really weird, my backup and I got out however instead of staying in their vehicle both occupants exited and began walking towards us, the passenger had a firearm tucked into on the left side of his belt in front of his hip, I yelled out gun and got behind the door of the patrol car as did my backup.
As we did that the passenger pulled his gun went to aim at us and we began shooting , I fired four shots my backup tried to fire eight.
The guns where not loaded but we could hear them firing, four times for me and six for my backup.
Then it was over,
We where walked out to another room where EMS was set u[p and a number of cots and chairs where as well,
And this was where a lot of those who went in where still around, my BP was checked and it was through the roof as was my backup, we where ordered to lay down on a couple of cots and relax and wait to be checked again.
After awhile a Miami SGT walked over and asked if we would answer a few questions, he asked my backup where did he learn to shoot like that, he explained, have you ever considered becoming a Miami police officer, affirmative was the answer, he was given a application to fill out.
Then it was my turn, i was asked where did I learn those radio codes they are not Miami they are Broward, I explained i rode with the FLPD as a teenager until the program was disbanded, I was also asked it I was interested in becoming a Miami police officer which I politely declined to do.
Then he made a very interesting comment, look around this room and understand you two young men are the only ones who are still alive, the rest of them all got killed today.
When the scenario ended the store employee grinned at me and said “I think you got killed a couple times”. I said “I think you are right!”
haw haw Love Bobby Jean 
