The first access looked like an apoplexy.

This was a 'marked' police car. All state-of-the-art technology: the big number on the top for helicopter recognition during 'riot situations'; the regulation police-issue revolver, that they always swear blind they never carry, in its usual clip beneath the glovey, the speed trap monitor thingy; and an unholy host of computer-assisted in-car crime-busting paraphernalia.

The giggles got louder and ran around the corners of the room like rats behind the wainscotting.

Could you please repeat your last transmission? Another station was doubling with you.