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 The driver read it off. “ES-2423. That’s Eagle Squad, isn’t it?”
-“It is, sir. Academy, sir. Would you mind popping the trunk, sir?”
+“It is, sir. Academy, sir.”
+Would you mind popping the trunk, sir?”
 “You what?”
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 “Can I help, officer?”
-“Certainly, sir. You can help by directing your driver to open the trunk. We are following up on an all points bulletin, sir.”
+“Certainly, sir. You can help by directing your driver to open the trunk. We are following up on a routine all points bulletin, sir.”
 “But surely, you are not suggesting —”
-“I am not suggesting ''anything'' sir. If you would kindly let me see your trunk, I am sure you can be on your way.”
+“I am not suggesting ''anything'' sir. If you would kindly let me see what’s in your trunk, I am sure you can be on your way.”
+The driver exited. “Now look, Officer. I am sure we are all very grateful for your assiduity, but —” and he extended a conciliatory arm towards Graeber’s shoulder in a well-intended gesture he did not complete. Graeber grabbed his wrist, pirouetted around him and slammed his body up against the sedan, his arm twisted awkwardly up behind his back. With a single fluid movement he cuffed the man and barked at the VIP to get out of the car.
+The older man exited careful. “now officer, there is nothing —”
+Graeber hauled him out of the car, shunted him across the bonnet, and cuffed him with the other brace, unholstering his piece and pressing its muzzle into the man’s neck. “I imagine you know how much damage an un-netted ISDA ’92 L.F.C. can do at this range, sir.”
+The man said, “ you are not going to believe me, but I don't.”
+“Take is as read you would not want to find out.”
-The trunk popped. Graeber wheeled around. The driver was out of the vehicle fast.
+Graeber frisked them both. KYC papers, reg licences. began to read him his rights.
-The chrome of the weapons lit Graeber’s face. He whistled. “Well, now, this ''is'' interesting.”
+he was only interrupted by the return of his partner.
-“Do you have a licence for these?”
-The driver looked flustered. His passenger said, “I do. I’m a collector. These are antiques. Their closeout triggers have been immobilised.”
+“Lloyd, what’s going on? What the hell’s going on?”
-The driver nodded, slowly. Next to him was an  androgynous, alien, but icily beautiful youth of indeterminate age.
+Eagle Squad Cadet Roland Punchface LLB (2nd class) was standing on the pavement, clutching polystyrene cups and a paper bag of donuts, and regarding his partner with horror.
-Officer Graeber did not recognise him. But he thought he recognised the kid, at least by type.  He knew a vega hooker when he saw one.
+“APB. Suspected WMDs. We could be up for a commendation, punch.
-“I am afraid  I am going to have to ask you to step out of the vehicle.”
+Puncherello  pulled him aside. “What?” he hissed. “Like, seriously, what the fuck? Do you know who these people are?”
-“Why, you little —”
+“No”
-In a fluid motion Graeber hauled the driver out of the car, shunted him across the bonnet, unholstered his piece and pressed its muzzle into the man’s neck and began to read him his rights. Let’s have your KYC papers
+Punch addressed the occupants, “I an sorry, ladies and gentlemen, my partner has made a mistake here, please accept —”
-The silver-haired passenger had emerged from the car. He said, “An un-netted ’92 L.F.C. nice piece —”
+Graeber said “there is no error.”
-“It’s an antique. I'm a collector.”
+“GRAEBER! DO NOT BE A FOOL!”
-“Lloyd, what’s going on? What the hell’s going on?”
+“ I want to see on that trunk. ” He relieved the driver of his keys chain and steroid to the rear of the sedan.
+“Graeber!”
+Graeber popped the trunk.
+He peered inside.
+It was empty.
+“well,” said Graeber with a dating thread is regret. “that's very good news. I can let you get on with your day —”
+The driver and passenger boarded the vehicle.  no
+Next to the VIP was an  androgynous, alien, but icily beautiful youth of indeterminate age.
-Eagle Squad Cadet Wayne Melvin LLB (2nd class) was standing on the pavement, clutching polystyrene cups and a paper bag of donuts, and regarding his partner with horror.
+Officer Graeber did not recognise the VIP. But he knew a vega hooker when he saw one.