She opened the door and slid into the rear section, small and cramped to make it hard for criminals to move. The black plastic was cold beneath her, its water-cooling keeping the vehicle a frigid box except for radiated heat pouring through the windows. The change made her shiver, body unable to adapt. She swung shut the door with a low thunk . Thick ceramic mesh separated her from the front, an array of non-service-issued shotguns taped to the ceiling. The driver door opened, and a wave of heat rolled into the car as he entered, wide shoulders blocking her view.