Inwardly, Tabetha feels the slightest twinge of annoyance.  Law enforcement outside of the military regularly proved itself to be woefully incompetent by her standards, even in this hideous blight of a world.  That they were stopping to take issue with a uniformed soldier instead of pursuing the murderous beasts that would no doubt go on to devour yet more innocents before the sun's rise was laughable.  Death was a universal constant.  Civilians would do well to understand that.<br/><br/>Outwardly however, the woman remained calm.  All business.  The gun was holstered immediately, and from the palm of her hand a holographic identification panel flickered to life for all to see.<br/><br/>"My name is Tabetha Kendrick, New Earth Military.  While I would love to have your guns pointed at me all day, there are at least three or more abominations roaming the alleyways that your noisesome squad cars have sent back into hiding.  If you truly wish to serve your fellow man, you should be setting up a perimeter around this area and assigning heavily armored patrols to its outer limits to prevent the things from returning and devouring the citizenry.  In the best efforts of incapacitating my targets, I used appropriate force.  If you are taking issue with my methods, you may report your concerns to my superior.  Now, if you will excuse me, I must issue a detailed report to my commanding officer, including how my fellow soldiers were torn to pieces by the very things you are now allowing to get away."<br/><br/>Precision.  Never let anyone see you sweat, even after a mile long sprint with eldritch horrors at your back.