Tikki lifts her special card right up in front of his face. A squeeze of one 
corner displays her City of Philadelphia. Inc., weapons permit and official bodyguard ID in alternating sequence. 
The cop doesn’t react except to move his eyes like he’s reading, then to compare
the picture to her face. She could put a monofilament sword straight into his 
gut right now and he wouldn’t even notice till he felt the first searing rush of
pain.