Lieutenant Octavia had the criminal backed against the graffiti-smeared walls of the alley, the bright daylight made it hard for him to hide. She stood tall, her muscular build evident under the BCPU bodysuit. Without hesitation, she slipped on her gas mask, securing it quickly to cover her face.

"You should've given up earlier," she said calmly through the mask, her voice echoing slightly in the narrow space. She unholstered the can of sleeping gas and sprayed it directly at him, releasing a thick mist that spread fast.

The criminal coughed and staggered, his eyes widening in panic before sagging and shutting as the gas took effect, and he dropped to the ground, unconscious. Octavia knelt down, cuffed his wrists, and slung him over her shoulder with ease. "Let’s get you to the station," she muttered, walking out of the alley without breaking a sweat.

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