Haywood can handle the Constabulary on his own, you thought as you fled the room and twisted around a corner. Once the footsteps passed, you ran towards the cruiser entrance, only to tumble into a constable — a tall woman with a cruelly tight bun and a pair of sinister-looking librarian spectacles. She grappled your arms and whipped out a pistol. You spiraled free and sent her weapon skidding across the tile floor.