In 1988 On Christmas Eve, back when I was a (NYPD) Detective. I flew to LA, hoping to reconcile with my wife, Holly, at a party held by her employer. While I was in the bathroom at the party. the party is attacked by a German radical and his heavily armed team. They were posing as terrorist but was actually there to steal money from the company. I took out all the armed men with my Beretta and saved the day just in time for Christmas......the gun got a bunch of nicks and scratches but saved me time and time again. I still have it and it's gotten me out of a scrape at an airport and in NYC.