Hone glanced wearily to his side, and noticed the fellow officer sitting next to him. He abruptly did a double take when he saw that his BPA standard issue helmet, seemed to be made entirely out of tinfoil. Frowning warily at the man, a low growl slowly dragged his eyes down to below the seat, where an unidentified nose projected from between the mans legs. Crumbs dropping from the now forgotten Cream Tea scone suspended half an inch from his mouth, Hone stared at this strange apparition, trying to find the marks of rank on his unusual uniform, and determine how he should respond.
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