I asked Reynolds if she could put the bodyguards on what we’d taken to calling the Unreality List of people that might be magical, members of the dem… - Ben Aaronovitch

“Of course now I realize it was a telepathic compulsion.”
I was afraid to ask from who—but I had to know.
“From aliens,” she told me.
“Aliens?”
“I’m not mad, you know,” she said. “I’ve been sectioned. They put me in for four weeks’ ‘evaluation’ and at the end the top shrink calls me into her office and looks me in the eye and says, ‘you’re saner than I am—go away.’”
“Did you tell them about the aliens?” I asked.
“I may have glossed over some of the details,” she said.

From a policing point of view, guns are a pain. Once someone is known to be tooled up, your operational priorities are suddenly fucked up. It all becomes about managing whoever was stupid enough to pull a gun in central London and your number one priority is public safety, followed closely by officer safety and then, not so closely, by the safety of the moron with the gun.

There's more to life than just London," said Nightingale.
"People keep saying that," I said. "But I've never actually seen any proof.