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Motorola IMPRES™ UL Battery Over Stock Sale

With the recent supply chains issues in the radio industry, we are in a unique position to be overstocked at our warehouse on three of the most difficult to find Motorola OEM batteries.

For non-UL users, the PMNN4489/PMNN4490 batteries offer better sealing and circuitry protection over the PMNN4493 and the mAh difference between the two batteries is negligible. The PMNN4489/PMNN4490 may be substituted for the PMNN4493, which is at the same price of $129.95.

Click on the URLs below for a direct link to place your order via our website for same day shipping.

PMNN4810 PMNN4810A IMPRES™ High Capacity Li-Ion Battery, 3200mAh, IP68, TIA4950 for MOTOTRBO™ R7 $149.95
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PMNN4489 IMPRES™ UL Battery, Li-Ion 2900 mAh for Motorola XPR7000/e Series and APX 900, 1000, 4000 Series $129.95
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PMNN4490 IMPRES™ UL Battery, Li-Ion, 2950 mAh for XPR3000/e Series Radios $129.95
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Officer Natasha Hunter
New Orleans Police Department
End of Watch: 6/7/2016

Law enforcement was a family affair for Natasha Hunter. Of course when you grow up one of 11 children, a lot of things are family affairs. All told, Natasha was one of seven of those kids to go into law enforcement in the greater New Orleans area.

Natasha’s watch started in chaos: Her first day of active duty came in 2005 amid the response to Hurricane Katrina, which would devastate the city. “She didn’t know how to swim, but she didn’t run away,” Mitch Landrieu, then the mayor, recalled at Natasha’s funeral 11 years later. “She ran to where everybody needed her help.”

She would spend 11 years on the force, helping the New Orleans community first in the department’s 5th district and then its 1st. A determined cop, she also had a lighter side: She loved taking selfies. “I’m absolutely sure that right now in heaven, if she had a cellphone, she’d be taking a selfie – after giving God praise, of course,” former New Orleans Police Department Superintendent Michael Harrison quipped at her funeral.

On June 4, 2016, Natasha had a phone call with her sister, Jacquen. “Be safe,” the younger sibling told Natasha. Early the next morning, Natasha was helping to clear the site of an hours-old crash when a drunk driver slammed his Acura into her parked patrol car. She died of her injuries two days later. She was survived by her five-year-old daughter, Jasmine. Ironically, Natasha died just as she was poised to join the department’s DWI enforcement unit.

Natasha’s watch ended in a heavy, driving rain. Hundreds of police officers, some from as far away as Texas and Georgia, stood in attention outside the Greater St. Stephen Full Gospel Baptist Church. Inside, Bishop Douglas Wiley Taylor paused his eulogy for a rumbling thunderclap. “Y’all hear that thunder?” he asked. “That’s Natasha telling me, ‘I made it, bishop.’”

Deputy Austin “Melvin” Richardson
Fremont County (IA) Sheriff’s Office
End of Watch: 6/14/2022

“Be good.” That was how Melvin Richardson liked to end conversations – a friendly exhortation which also reflected his worldview. “He would always give you the shirt off his back,” his wife, Jennifer Richardson, recalls.

That attitude, oriented toward helping others, led him to law enforcement at an early age: When he was in high school he would seek out ride-alongs with troopers or deputies.
Sure enough, he joined the Auburn, Nebraska police department in 2007 after graduating from the Police Academy. After five years there and a stint with the Sidney, Iowa police, he moved to the Fremont County, Iowa Sheriff’s Department in August 2015.

He enjoyed the interpersonal aspects of the job. He loved mentoring and training the younger officers. “They were like little brothers to us,” Jennifer says. “They are all very much like family to us.”
Melvin’s immediate family, Jennifer and their daughters, Bryxtol, Cheyenne and Everly, were the center of his life. “Adrenaline junkies,” as Jennifer puts it, they loved the rodeo, especially the bull-riding. Melvin and Jennifer had been inseparable friends before dating and then married in 2017. They bought a farmhouse where Melvin’s 21 chickens were his pride and joy. He delighted in teaching the girls how to raise them and about animals. He and Jennifer’s father built a coop so big that the family jokingly called it the Taj Mahal.

On June 14, 2022, Richardson was driving on Highway 275 when his Chevy Tahoe collided with a harvesting combine traveling in the other direction. He died from his injuries.

Trooper Micah May
Nevada Highway Patrol
End of Watch: 7/29/2021

“Go fast. Take Chances.” Nevada State Trooper Micah May lived by this oft-repeated credo, perhaps never more than on New Year’s Day, 2015.

He was patrolling in Las Vegas at 5am when a car started coasting behind his cruiser. He accelerated and the driver matched, apparently thinking the cop couldn’t ticket someone behind him. That was a mistake. For her part, Joanna Evans, driving behind him, couldn’t imagine what kind of police officer would bait and ticket someone just trying to get to work at 5am on New Year’s of all days.

May approached her window with a jollity that belied the early hour and circumstances. She told him that she was glad he was around because she was nearly out of gas. He gave her a warning and escorted her to her job. At day’s end, she found something slipped in alongside the window of her car. It wasn’t, as she feared, a ticket but instead May’s business card with a note telling her to call if she ever needed help.

Call she did. And text. Soon the couple were inseparable. Joanna discovered that upbeat and friendly was just how he worked. “You could tell with every stop he made that he loved what he did,” she recalled. “His big thing was, I’m here to help you, not to hurt you.”

His adeptness in these situations wasn’t just reflected in the awards he received but in the requests he got from colleagues for help with rambunctious suspects.

He kept going fast and taking chances with Joanna. In mid-March he took her for a hike at Red Rock Canyon – and left her at the top of a mountain. “I’ll be right back,” he said. “I’ve got to call my mom.” She soon saw an incongruous site: Micah returning in a tuxedo. He had a ring. They’d only known each other a couple of months. “I said yes anyway, because I knew deep in my heart that he was the right one,” she said.

Raylan and Melody soon followed, completing their family. Micah was smitten with his kids.

But on July 27, 2021, he was deploying stop-sticks when a suspect’s vehicle hit and critically injured him. Micah was pronounced brain dead two days later. His donated organs saved the lives of three individuals, a poignant close to a life spent helping others.

“I’m sure he would want to be remembered in a positive way, but knowing him he would probably want us to tone down the hero stuff,” Joanna said. “But a lot of us look at him as a hero – because he was.”

Master Trooper Junius Alvin Walker
Virginia State Police
End of Watch: 3/7/2013

As the first Black trooper in a small northern Virginia town in 1973, Junius Walker was not welcomed by his white colleagues – with one exception. Betty Samsky, who worked in the department, didn’t like how the others treated the new guy. She made a point of befriending him.
“We were friends a long time and one day we looked at each other and realized it was more than friendship,” she recalls. Being a biracial couple in the late 1970s wasn't easy. “It wasn’t a friendly environment,” Betty says.

But Junius was too big a man – too big-hearted, too big a personality – to let such obstacles stop him. He loved Betty, whom he married, and he loved his work. “He was a proud member of the Virginia State Police,” Betty says. When he would get up in the morning he would put that mantra on before he ever started getting dressed.” He rose to Master Trooper and resisted when his superiors pushed him to take the sergeant’s exam. “He didn’t want to work in an office,” she adds. “He wanted to be on the road.”

The road was where he could help the most people – including the more than 100 rookie troopers he field-trained over his 40 years in law enforcement, the last 29 stationed in Dinwiddie County, Virginia. He was an institution. “He was so helpful with the other guys that whenever there was a problem they wouldn’t go to the sergeant first, they went to him,” Betty says.

He and Betty had two children, Vera and Clarissa, and Junius also had a son, Derrick, from a previous marriage. Grandchildren came in time, Jaylen Michelle, Jackson Walker and Chloe Elizabeth.
“He was talking about retiring so he could spend more time with his grandbabies,” Betty says.
On March 7, 2013, he saw someone in distress – a car stopped on the side of Interstate 85 – and pulled over to help out. The driver shot and killed him.

A watch which started in isolation and ill-will ended in an unparalleled community outpouring of grief, affection and respect. An overflow crowd of three thousand turned out for his funeral, including police from all 50 states.

A stretch of I-85 is now the Master Trooper Junius Alvin Walker Memorial Highway, a fitting tribute for a man for whom the road was a route to service.

Senior Patrol Agent Luis A. Aguilar
U.S. Border Patrol
End of Watch: 1/19/2008

“I can’t leave without being married to you,” Luis Aguilar told his future wife, Erica. What if something happens to me? What would happen to you and the kids? More than 20 years later, his prescience still amazes her.

Like many Americans after 9/11, Luis felt called to duty. He worked in the El Paso, Texas sheriff’s office but decided to join federal law enforcement. “Luis loved his country,” Erica recalled recently. “He wanted to make a difference and he did that by becoming a border patrol agent.”

Before he left for training in Charleston, S.C., Luis asked Erica to marry, which they did before a justice of the peace. By the end of that year, 2002, the Aguilar family, Luis and Erica and their young children Luis Jr. and Arianna, were celebrating Christmas in Yuma, Ariz.

He threw himself into the work with gusto and delight, taking advantage of every overtime and detail opportunity. He rose to senior patrol agent. He learned to teach driving at instructor school. Family remained his north star, however, and when he came home, Luis Jr. and Arianna would hide, prompting him to search the house for them. It was their game.

He called Erica on January 18, 2008, excited because he had gotten the BEST detail. “You always get the best detail,” she replied, smiling. BEST stood for Border Enforcement Surveillance Team, he explained. That night the family went out to celebrate.

The next morning, January 19, 2008, he left his house with his customary smile even though it was 4:30am. It was an overtime assignment and that night his colleagues would gather at his home to watch a boxing match. The gathering became an impromptu wake: A suspected smuggler hit and killed Luis with a Hummer as he laid spike strips in the road, trying to cut and deflate the vehicle’s tires. He died instantly.

Now Erica is executive director of the Border Patrol Foundation. “The greatest gift he has given us – beyond the love he had for us – is purpose,” Erica said. “He would be thrilled that he is what drives us every morning. Not one day goes by that we don’t remember him.”

Officer Kerrie Orozco
Omaha Police Department
End of Watch: 5/20/2015

From childhood, Kerrie Orozco approached the world with gusto – an eager curiosity and a drive to help others. “I don’t know when she slept,” says her mother, Ellen Holtz.

She filled every moment of a life cut short. As a child she ran track and played softball, basketball and volleyball. She joined the band, choir, the National Honor Society, the Girl Scouts and the 4H Club. Becoming an Omaha, Nebraska police officer didn’t slow her down. She threw herself into volunteer opportunities such as teaching her fellow officers to speak Spanish, coaching sports programs and raising money for various related charities. She co-founded the Omaha Police Officers Ball, raising $10,000 for Special Olympics Nebraska in its first year. She was named Volunteer of the Year. “It was just a calling to help people,” Ellen says.

She still found time for other jobs. She was working security at a bar in south Omaha when she was introduced to Hector Orozco. Before she got out of the parking lot that night, she was already thinking about their future.

They married, making her stepmother to his children, Natalia and Santiago. Kerrie became pregnant, giving birth to Olivia three months prematurely and weighing 2 pounds, 7 ounces. With Olivia gaining strength in the NICU, Kerrie kept working, saving her maternity leave for when her daughter could come home. On her last day of work before bringing her baby girl home, Kerrie was shot and killed while serving an arrest warrant on May 20, 2015. She was 29.

She was laid to rest on May 26, 2015 – Olivia’s original due-date. The Omaha police posthumously named her Policewoman of the Year and the Kerrie Orozco Volunteer Service Award was created in her memory, given out at the annual ball she co-founded, as was the Kerrie On award, given annually to an Omaha police academy cadet deemed most like Orozco. The baseball field where she coached was refurbished, thanks to $1.7 million in donations, and renamed in her honor.

Olivia is 8 now. “She’s got Kerrie’s laugh, and she crinkles her nose like Kerrie and has the same sense of humor,” Ellen says. “She’s a little spitfire like Kerrie.”

Senior Officer William “Bill” Jeffrey
Houston Police Department
End of Watch: 9/20/2021

When Lacie Jeffrey was leaving home for college, her father Bill gave her a note which said, simply, “HNB.” When she asked what it meant, he replied: “Hold nothing back – duh.”

The phrase encapsulated Bill Jeffrey. In his 54 years, he never held back, not studying criminal justice at Sam Houston University, not in a brief stint in the Navy and certainly not during his almost 31 years on the Houston police force.
Becoming a cop only made sense for Jeffrey. “Ever since he was a kid he wanted to be a police officer,” says his widow, Suzanne Jeffrey. “Whenever he and his little friends played cops and robbers … he was always the good guy. He was never the bad guy.” In high school he was the boy who would step in when others were getting picked on.

He loved his job but eschewed pomp and ceremony. He received plenty of recognition – chief citations, unit citations, letters of appreciation and so on – but he hated award ceremonies. “He never looked for pats on the back or congratulations on anything,” Suzanne says. “He wanted to do his job every day, the best he could. And he never expected anything back from it because that was his job.”
He would give rookies and trainees the same advice: “Get up every day and do your job,” Suzanne recalls. “Don’t expect things, just do your best.”

He met Suzanne when they were on the force together in 2010 and they married in 2018. “We just had so much fun,” she recalls. “He was such a good guy. He always put me first.” She retired in 2020 after more than 28 years as a cop and they were building a house in Huntsville, Texas. “He was supposed to retire as soon as it got done,” Suzanne recalls. “It just didn’t get done in time.
In September 2021, a suspect shot and killed Jeffrey as he was executing a high-level felony warrant. The family had t-shirts printed up in his honor – they said, “HNB.”

Honoring National Police Week

Just back from the Motorola Channel Partner Expo (CPE) 2023 in Texas. This once a year event, usually held in the first quarter, is for the benefit of Motorola Solutions Radio Dealers.

It was great to catch up with alot of colleagues and the channel team.

Motorola announced the release of the new R2.
The Ga***rd Texan Resort and Convention Center was a pretty amazing venue.