My wife and I had just moved to MS and were temporarily living in an apartment until we found a house and I was driving a company vehicle with Florida plates. I went downstairs to the parking lot one night to get some work folders out of the back of the vehicle w/ FL plates. Something told me to look around while digging in the trunk (don't know if I heard something, felt a presence or what) but I turned around to see a guy w/ a 9mm pointed at my head telling me to freeze and get my hands up. He asked me who I was, if the vehicle was mine, where I lived, did I have any I.D. I finally said after figuring out this wasn't your everyday robbery "can you tell me what this is about?" He pulled a badge on a chain out from under his shirt, said he was a US Marshal. He ran the plates on my vehicle and got the company info in return but still wasn't convinced. He called in another Marshal that was at the apt complex too and let me call my wife in the apartment to throw my wallet down to him to check my i.d. He saw who I was and wasn't who he was looking for who turned out to be my downstairs neighbor that was a drug dealer from you guessed it, Florida. He was asking me if I knew the guy (only in passing in the parking lot) , what the guy drove, etc etc and low and behold here comes the guy driving up while we are standing there talking about him. I said ummm, lets act casual because that's him in the Cadillac. He tells me to get the hell out of there (no problem officer) and he gets on the little radio he had under his shirt and tells everybody else that this is their man driving up. Neighbor and his girlfriend (who has 2 kids ~10 yr old boy and 14 yr old daughter) get out of the Caddy and Marshals are coming out of the woodwork swarming them. They are all hollering get down, get on the ground now which the guy does but his girlfriend freaks and just freezes and stands there wailing. They grab her and throw her around like a rag doll and she's screaming about her kids seeing all of this. They hauled the guy away and I later found out they had already busted the door to their apt down and the kids were in a van out in the parking lot. This was a nice apt complex in Flowood not some dump in a ghetto, just goes to show you if you are in a multi-tenant building you never know what rif raf is around you.