Climbing up the fifteen flights of stairs, you suddenly stop when you hear a banging on a door. Shit, damn cops sure work fast these days. You hug the wall one floor below your flat and listen.

Hello, open up, Night City Police! They bang on your door endlessly. One of them murmurs to the other about kicking in the door.

A pause.

We're going to count to ten, and then we're coming in, the other announces.