When the lights flashed on the police car, Velma wasn't sure whether to be relieved or not. On the one hand, they could probably get a ride back to the station. On the other hand, she didn't recognize either of the two inside, and the whole business was technically supposed to be a secret. "We're, um, fine, thank you," she said, meaning to continue. However, the man rolled up his sleeve and revealed what appeared to be a metallic arm. Her breath stalled in her throat and she tried to remember what she was going to say. None of this was looking good.<br/><br/>Lance was a bit more smooth, although he blinked rapidly several times. "Listen, this is a big misunderstanding," he said, fumbling around in his multitude of coat pockets before taking out his police ID and shoving it into Jack's non robot hand. "We're on the force too. I'm Lance Walker and this is my partner Velma Holt." Velma smiled uneasily when he gestured to her. "We were tasked with securing this, ah," he nudged the crate with foot, "device from a criminal warehouse. And, well, things happened and now we're here." He crouched to lift the box. "It's sort of a long story that I would be happy to tell you providing I am allowed legally. But first we should probably get this off the road." He straightened, holding the crate's weight with apparent ease.<br/><br/>The card was a standard issue New Ornath police ID, but any more than a cursory glance would reveal it to be not quite what Jack would expect from it. The name of the city on the card would probably be a good tip off point.