Comply and stop.

You slow down the car and stop it on the side of the street, waiting for the police car to catch up with you. It doesn't take long. The siren stops wailing, but the lights continue to send their flickering blue towards you. From the mirror you can see two people getting out of the car walking straight at you.

"Please step out of the vehicle ma'am, and put your hands on the car," one of them says. You sigh, unbuckle and open the door. Both are still wearing their sunglasses, making it diffuclt to see their faces or even to catch any meaningful facial expression. What is going on? There's nothing you did wrong at all. No reason to treat you like a dangerous criminal. Two big police officers against a lonely woman...

You put your hands on the roof of the car. Both come closer. You feel your arms grabbed roughly and pinned behind your back.

"Hey!" you protest. It hurts.
"Cuff her," one says.
"What? No! Stop! What's going on!!" you exclaim, but none of them seems to pay you any attention at all.

You hear the static of a walkie talkie.
"Target secured," the other officer says, apparently into the transmitter.
"This must be a misunderstanding!"

One of them produces a black ball gag from his belt and holds it in front of your mouth.
"Open up," he commands. You stare at him, frightened. This is most definitely not standard police procedure. Something is very very wrong.

You shake your head. The uniformed man just shrugs and presses its fingers into your nose. Preventing you from breathing, but also pinching and hurting you in the process.

"Ow!" you cry - and feel how the ball gag is shoved between your teeth. The strap is pulled tight.

"That was pure luck," one of them says.
"Yeah, well, you know them rebels. They always try to leave the city. Easy to catch 'em."

These two are not police officers, you think. One of them shoves you roughly back to the police car, the other one gets into your car and starts the engine.

"Haw aw yu hamhm mo?" you ask and realize that the gag prevents you from expressing anything useful.

"Let's get you where you belong," the man in the uniform answers.