John laughs and nods, although he isn't overly bothered by his uniform. The medals pinned to it lend his identity here another level of credibility, supporting his story of having been in the military, but the nameplate had been dangerous. It's locked away now, along with Karen's file.

"My first gift from the city was a rocket launcher," he admits. "I love that thing."

He rarely has cause to use it, but he'd used it once, the very first day he'd gotten it, because there had really been no other option. If he hadn't used it, he knows he and a few other officers would be dead.