<What if somebody sees us?>

<I don't know how to make sure I don't fall off the roof or squish someone ->

"Anything can happen, but not wanting your people leaning over them with cameras doesn't mean they're going to do whatever you're thinking."

"I apologize if I have been excessively pessimistic. Please tell the commissioner that in this case we're going to handle things conservatively in order to ensure a successful transition." 

<Okay, I won't suggest a fire until I've picked you all up.> She starts heading towards the relevant building.

"I can't tell him how to do his job."

"Ma'am? What should we do with these cops?" asks one of her security people who isn't busy patching up a hole in another security person. The cops are all stunned.

She hangs up. "I am trying to convince the government that I acted in their interests. In the meantime keep them stunned and out of the way. I know the aliens, I will get you morph so you can heal injuries when we're back. You can consider yourselves off duty for the night and I encourage you to disperse before more cops arrive."

They disperse. Would she like a shredder to keep cops stunned if this drags on or should one of them stay behind or what?

She would love a shredder. They earned their hazard pay and she commends them - how does this shredder work -

Point and shoot. Should be fairly simple even for a blue.

She thanks them. The building is locked at this hour; she goes up the fire escape.

There are cockroaches up there. They run away from her.

Back into morph. <It's me. Everyone is going to have to go in my purse or jacket pockets, I'm sorry. I'm setting the purse down now - can you see in this form - it's right here - smells vaguely like toffee ->

...roaches swarm into her purse. There are stragglers but eventually they are all in. <How long has it been?>

- checking her everything - <thirty-five minutes. I'll hurry.> 

And down the fire escape at a run and stun all the cops whether they fucking need it or not and into the red district, first house she sees, she doesn't really know how to use a stove but she thinks if you turn on all the burners and pour cooking oil all over them you will start a fire so she does that and then she shifts back as she leaves the red district so it's only the morph that's contaminated (the clothes are a problem, but what can you do) and she runs for the train. 

The house catches fire. The train is on time.

She gets on the train and calls the morons back. "Notifying you that, as expected, one red district panicked. My security team prevented them from leaving and they lit their own houses on fire. I trust the fire department can make sure nothing outside the red district is damaged? The other districts which were not targeted by police will continue to cooperate with transition, as long as it doesn't happen again we can just double up some of the training purples."

"They lit their houses on fire? Why did they do that?"

"Reds! They get really panicked during the transition and when cops are shouting outside they figure they're all going to die and they do stupid things! That's why I wanted us to use different procedures. Oh well, there are still enough of them for training."

(And she emails the other districts to say that she apologizes for the brevity of this email, it'd be longer but she stepped in an anthill and has all these bugs in her clothes and needs to go change clothes, please do not panic, there was a problem in the other district and they may read that it burned down with no survivors and no bodies and it did in fact burn down and there sure aren't any reds or bodies there now. Isel will come by to reassure them and update plans once she has changed these clothes that have a lot of bugs in them.)

"Are you sure the others are going to behave?"

(The other reds hope that she manages to get all the bugs out in a timely fashion.)

"Are the police going to hassle them?"

Yep, she got them all out, every last one.

An hour and ten minutes.

"If they disturb people. If we announce we're not going to investigate noise complaints they'll probably have a party or something."

"That makes sense. So you can secretly relax it a bit  on the noise complaints? Or let us escort?"

"I'm not going to tell my hardworking police force that they have to have people supervising their every move, it's insulting."

"In that case I will have to think about how to ensure it doesn't happen again."

"Let us know when you've got it sussed out."

"Of course."

At an hour thirty she gets to the pier. She gets aboard, morphs again - <okay you're safe aboard let me spread you out so you can demorph without squishing each other - >

Roaches are docile in her hands with some frightened twitching and have tickly little legs.