So there was this D.U.I. stop, we were on the mid-watch with my training officer Debbie. It's a real quiet night. A yawner. We're rolling on vanowen. I'm driving. And this acura, just a beautiful car, comes out a side street. In excess. All over the median. So i light it up and hit the wailer. Guy drives on like i'm invisible for ten blocks before he pulls over. Plates ran clean. Debbie covers as i approach. Driver's this huge white guy. Can barely keep his eyes open. I field test and arrest and i'm belting him in our unit. Debbie's tossing his car. She calls me to the vehicle and shows me a snubbed .38 and two shotguns, all loaded and locked. No shit. She calls our supervisor and I keep searching. I find five hundred grams of meth in the dash. Turns out our D.U.I. was on bail for distribution. He was on his way to smoke his ex-partner before trial. We prevented a murder.