A UC car spots a wanted guy wandering into a strip club
off the state highway with his running mate.
They invite me to play.
It's a ten year old rob warrant.
We walk in. They're at the bar, their backs to us.
I'm uniform, so I'm on point.
I put my hands in the middle of their backs, lean in, and say,
Both of you, put your hands on the bar and keep them there.
They're surprised. They didn't see us coming.
They hesitate.
Put your hands on the bar.
Let me see 'em.
Their hands rise and stick to the bar.
The wanted guy is scooped up without struggle or fight.