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    As the golden streak blazed through the busy city streets of Metroville, a pair of gleaming eyes flared from the depths of a dark alley. A guttural snarl emanated from the depths of the alley. “Lawbreaker!”
    Nuklear Man fumbled with the map like any normal person does when trying to refold one. “Foul beast of travelers!” He grunted as the folds would not yield even to his mighty strength. The Hero struggled against the paper bonds when suddenly—
    BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGCLICKCLICKCLICK! “...I mean, Pull over!”
    “Wah!” Nuklear Man was so surprised by the hail of bullets that he accidentally disintegrated the map in an involuntary burst of Plazma Power.
    Another blast surged past the Hero, missing him by mere inches. “I said, Pull over !”
    The Hero complied.
    A rather large gentleman brandishing what appeared to be a smoking Infantry-Stopper 2000 Pulse Cannon, the latest in advanced weapons technology, was stomping up to Nuklear Man from behind. This well armed man also sported the latest in defensive attire, the Infantry-Stopper-Stopper 2000 Power Armor. He looked like a knight from the future, a bleak future where people shoot at each other even more often than they do now. It had a blue and white color scheme with what appeared to be a policeman style badge of some sort on the chest. He stalked over to Nuklear Man until they were nose to nose.
    The Hero suddenly felt a sneeze coming on.
    “License and registration please,” the looming knight-cop said as he began writing in an armored notepad.
    “AH...” Nuklear Man wiggled his nose and closed his eyes tight. “AH...AH...” a moment passed, and with it, the urge to sneeze. “Ahh…” He sighed in relief.
    “You done making lewd noises, son?” the Armored Officer said harshly.
    Nuklear Man nodded.
    “License and registration.”
    “But I ah...I don't have them.”
    “I see.” The policeman scrawled in his notepad again.
    Nuklear Man looked at the badge. It resembled the ones law officials use, but with a few differences. On top it said, “The Civil Defender.” And across the bottom it read, “To Smite and Pummel.”
    “AH- CHOO !”
    The Civil Defender looked up at Nuklear Man.
    “Eheh. Oops.”
    “Quite.” He began, again, to write in his notepad.
    “Um.” The Hero fidgeted. “Is this uh, is this going to take long? I'm sorta in a hurry and I—”
    “’ Sort of in a hurry?!’” The Civil Defender repeated with a face twisted in rage.
    “Eeep!” Nuklear Man said.
    “Forty- eight in a forty- five is a bit more than ‘sorta in a hurry!’”
    “Well the fate of the city may lie in the balance, you see I—”
    “That's what they all say! ‘We’ve got to get to the hospital.’ ‘She’s in labor.’ ‘He’s having a heart attack.’ ‘There’s a fire at the Imperial State building.’ ‘What kind of lunatic are you?’ It’s all the same with you accursed speeders.” The Civil Defender began tearing off sheets of paper and tossing them at the Hero with every offense. “Driving Without a License.” RIP. “Driving While Uninsured.” RIP. “Unlawful Speeding.” RIP. “Failure to Identify.” RIP. “Reckless Driving.” RIP. “Resisting Arrest.” RIP. He pointed to the slightly glowing sneeze-goo splattered across the badge on his chest badge. “Assaulting an Officer.” RIP. He pointed to Nuklear Man's outfit. “Public Indecency.” RIP. “ And!” He gestured to the pile of paper that engulfed Nuklear Man's feet. “ Littering!” RIP.
    “But—”
    “ And Disrupting the Peace!” RIP.
    “But—”
    “ Two counts of Disrupting the Peace!” RIP, RIP.
    “B—” He clasped his hands over his mouth.
    “ Three —Ah, wised up eh?”
    “I didn't know the police were cracking down so hard. When'd they start this ‘Civil Defender’ program? Or get the funding for that fancy equipment?”
    “Uh...” The Civil Defender seemed to lose three shades of confidence. “Well, you see. It all started