A police roadblock

Two blocks away from Cash Inc., the flow of traffic comes to a standstill at a police roadblock. Two female officers are standing at the road closure, looking stern and demanding.

When your turn comes, you find yourself faced with one whose impassive sunglasses make them seem Terminator-like. "We're checking everyone coming into the city to check if anyone's seen anything unusual in the suburb region," says the first, curly hair only slightly softening her brusque manner. "Have you seen anything? Strange lights, people where they shouldn't be or engaging in unusual behaviour?" The second interjects with a slight sneer, "Public displays, that sort of thing?"

You squint in confusion. "I'm not sure exactly what you mean... you want me to get out of the car?"

There is a moment of silence, and then the officers wave you over to a parking space while their colleagues continue to question the waiting drivers. You get out of the car, with a look of disdain in the redhead's face. "Stay near the car and don't reach for anything, punk," she says.

"No need for this to be a big deal, officers, I'm happy to help if you're happy to have me." you say.