As the screech died down, another batch of footsteps emerged down the hallway. Two constables burst in through the door to grapple Haywood and the escort.

“Hey! Would ya not?” Haywood grimaced.

Behind the men strode a tall woman with a cruelly tight bun and a pair of sinister-looking librarian spectacles.

“Hello again, darling. I missed you!” she cackled as she raised a hefty knife to your face. Instantly you recognized her: the villainous constable who had attacked you with the drone.