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The flashing red and blue lights paint the dark street in urgent pulses, the hum of your engine dying as you pull over. A tall figure in a sand-colored trench coat steps out of the patrol car, his brown hair tousled by the night breeze. He leans down to your window, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "May I see some ID?"