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[i]Donny spread his legs and arms out, the wire subtly coiling back into its hiding place as the ring slipped from his thumb. Were these to be any common officers, Donny would have wasted them on the spot. They appeared to have unusual powers and gear, however, and as long as they seemed willing to take everyone alive, Donny saw no reason to act with foolish haste. The fancy Vector was a few feet away from him, still leaning against the wall where he had left it. Perhaps if the officers were distracted Donny could take them, but that was a most unlikely possibility considering how Ariett had so kindly referred to him as "trigger-happy". It was a good thing Donny was prepared for virtually any situation. When he addressed the cops, it was with a perfectly trim, handsome voice entirely unsoiled by any form of accent. His proclamation was impatient, indignant, just what one would expect from someone high up on the legal food chain.[/i]

"Now listen, I'm a police inspector. Did you hear me?? Just check the inside of my coat, on the left. I've been commissioned by two governors in cooperation to investigate strange goings-on in this particular area. Already I've been forced to take more aggressive action today than I've ever had to during the last ten years of my career, so I'd appreciate it if I didn't have to spend the rest of this long, ridiculous day on the ground!!"

[i]Of course he really did have a police inspector badge complete with a false name pinned to the underside of his overcoat, and if they had a method of running the I.D's numbers, they'd find that it checked out nicely. Police were methodical, not likely to take things at face value like in the movies. That was why Donny's badge was linked to the profile of an actual inspector. It paid to have people on the inside, especially when it was so simple a matter to duplicate the badge of some unsuspecting Callahan.[/i]