The double doors at the front of the building swing open. One plainclothes 
cop emerges, grinning broadly and holding up a bag filled with some white 
substance. Kirkland supposes they got lucky. The rest of the plainclothes cops 
bring out a line of prisoners, twelve of them, a mixed bag of humans, orks, and 
elves. Most are in their underwear. One of the three females is wrapped in a 
blanket.