Act 1 - Acquaintance with Nightrider

Australia A few years later from today... On the twenty-sixth section of the ninth highway there was a pole with a sign: "Anarchie Road - 3 kilometers." A little further there was a sign indicating the number of the highway section and warning: "A particularly dangerous road! The death toll this year is 57." Apparently, the sign with the death toll was constantly being changed, but this did not make the road safer. There was a yellow "Interceptor" of the Main Force Patrol near the sign, a special organization created a couple of years earlier, in 1983, when the situation in the world went downhill sharply. Patrol cars were supposed to intercept criminals on high-speed highways where ordinary policemen lacked speed, but soon they completely absorbed the police, becoming the only obstacle in the way of anarchy, walking by leaps and bounds on Australian soil. It was not worth hoping that this barrier would stand for a long time. One of the officers was sitting on a concrete pedestal left over from a power line and unceremoniously watched through the optical sight of his rifle for a couple that shamelessly engaged in obscenities in nature. And it would be fine somewhere in the forest - but no, in a bare field near one of the busiest roads in this district! The legs of the second cop in boots stuck out of the car window while the lifeless female voice of the operator on the radio proved to one of the other crews of the MFP about the importance of observing the organization's memoranda. - The department confirmed that this is a routine pursuit, code 44. - But we need help! It's a serious matter and you know it! - the crew member answered impatiently to the operator, clearly losing the remnants of his theory. - The department confirmed... - But this guy is a scumbag! - the pursuer finally exploded. - - I repeat, this is a routine pursuit. As a last resort, you can attract a Big Bopper, - the operator finally surrendered, allowing another car to be involved in the chase. The beep woke up the cop sleeping in the car and the radio gave out again: - March Hare, calling Big Bopper, code 3. Calling Big Bopper. - Big Bopper here. Hare, who do you have? - A cop-killer. - the Hare answered as if indifferently, but Charlie - and that was the name of our lover to sleep in the workplace - was shocked. - You're kidding... - he squeezed out, whistling to his partner and launching a chain of events that will somehow affect everyone who happens to be nearby.