The cuffs, thankfully enough, weren't put on as tight as they could be. The small cloud of gas escaping from the dinged up back of the cruiser was what they were probably hoping would stop any escape attempts from a (presumably) chromed out runner. Fortunately, whatever systems regulated the gas were still working as it cut off once it first started to get into the front.<br/><br/>The Shield guys have a pair of almost stereotypically designed to regulation pistols, rather light and liable to get hot in a few days time, if anyone cared. Plenty of time to get all the use of them that she could and drop them somewhere. Possibly even for a bit of nuyen. Sadly, the four guns from the Shield guys were going to be the only real haul, as the other cruiser involved in the crash held the two corp greeters that had turned into impromptu hostages.<br/><br/>And while they still had their corp ids, they weren't going to fool anyone worth fooling as Harper didn't match the metatypes, heights, weights, or anything of the two ex-corp corpses.<br/><br/>One more of the cars escapes from the confines of the road, only a couple of hundred feet further away and a good thirty or so feet higher up. The crash almost manages to cover up the noise of the remaining cars being dealt with in an explosive manner. Almost. But assuming that nobody comes by to make sure that she's also going to end up in a body bag or blood bucket, it should give plenty of time to search before slot and running.