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Adam Jones is a successful banker, but his path to success has been filled with corruption and back-alley deals. This made him many enemies, among them the BCPU, for them slight corruption was permissible, but when Adam together with his partner in crime, his wife, Sarah, started financing and began profiting from the internal conflict of local gangs, they earned their rightful place on the BCPU hitlist.

On a sunny afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Jones were at home, doing whatever rich people do, without a care in the world. That was until Mrs. Smith noticed a faintly sweet smell coming from all around her, before she or Adam could do anything about it they went off to dreamland.

Sergeant Wilma was tasked with disposing of the Jones and she had caused their afternoon nap. She had slightly opened a window, put a small hose through the opening, secured her gas mask to her face, and began flooding the house with sleeping gas.
After a minute or two she heard two thuds coming from the house, this was her signal to enter. She picked the lock and entered the rich couple’s house. Wilma waded through the invisible, anesthetic fumes, protected by her gas mask, and found Mr. and Mrs. Jones in the living room, soundly sleeping unaware of the fate waiting for them.

With the Jones out cold, Wilma walked through the house, looking for the best place to finalize her mission. She found that the kitchen was best suited for the task. After dragging in the couple and tieing them to chairs, Wilma closed all doors and windows and taped plastic over them, making the kitchen as airtight as possible. With the tape still in her hand she taped Adam’s and Sarah’s mouths shut to prevent their screaming.

After setting a bucket, a can of rat poison, and an unmarked red bottle on the table, she waiter for the couple to wake up. In the meantime the gas had dissipated, so Wilma could safely take off her gas mask hiding it from view to increase the unpleasant surprise.

As expected, Mr. Jones woke up first.
“Quiet now, you don’t want to wake up your wife,” Wilma said.
Adam, unable to speak, initially panicked but then realized there was nothing he could do.
“Good boy, now, you’ve financed several gangs and directly cause a few hundred deaths among them 12 innocent bystanders. For your crimes, the BCPU has decided to sentence you to death without trial. As for your wife, she will receive the same sentence as she is your accomplice and equally responsible.”
Adam is trying to say something, and by the looks of it he is angry, but with the tape over his mouth, Wilma can’t hear him.
“Don’t waste your breath, the decision is final,” Wilma said, walking to the table. “Now, should I wait for your wife to wake up or should I get on with it?”
“Mhhpf, mhhpf mhpf mh.” Adam murmurs.
“If that’s what you want,” Wima said as she picked up her gas mask and put it on, causing Adam to panic again,
“Don’t be such a baby, I haven't done anything yet.”
She continued by putting on thick rubber gloves and examining the can of poison.
You know, the stuff we normally used is pretty expensive, so I’m glad you had this under the sink. It's probably not as fast, but it should still get the job done.
Once I mix this with this, she holds up the other bottle, it will react to form a poisonous gas that will fill this room. It will sting and burn, but I suggest you try and take deep breaths as it will be quicker that way.
Adam, with defeat in his eyes, nodded in understanding.

Alright then, Wilma checked the seal of her mask for the last time, opened both containers, and began pouring the liquids into the bucket.
When the chemicals mixed they reacted and released a thick cloud of yellow fumes that quickly flowed out of the bucket and started to fill the room.
“Breathe in Mr. Jones, Breathe in and face your punishment,” Wilma said mockingly.
Adam, who was left with no other choice did as he was told, and breathed in. The fumes singes his nose and burned his eyes. As he continues breathing it hurt more and more, and blood and tears started running down his face.
At this time the fumes also reached Mrs. Jones, who was rudely awakened by the burning sensation.
Wilma turned to her and calmly spoke, “Good morning Mrs. Jones, you are being gassed for your crimes, it’s too late now, just breathe in and go back to sleep.”
Sarah, who was already weakened by the gas, saw herself and her husband tied up in the kitchen filled with yellow fumes and a woman in a gas mask standing before them. This caused her to panic, which worked to her advantage as she breathed faster causing her to be the first to succumb to the gas, with Adam following soon after.

With Adam and Sarah presumed dead, Wilma opened the door and sealed it again as best she could. She then put up “Home under fumigation” signs at the back and front door, and left the Jones to stew until the BCPU would come to pick up and dispose of their remains, eventually.

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I tried a bunch of different ways to make the fumes, and I finally managed to get something I like.
Feedback and/or art tips are always welcome.

Description
Adam Jones is a successful banker, but his path to success has been filled with corruption and back-alley deals. This made him many enemies, among them the BCPU, for them slight corruption was permissible, but when Adam together with his partner in crime, his wife, Sarah, started financing and began profiting from the internal conflict of local gangs, they earned their rightful place on the BCPU hitlist.

On a sunny afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Jones were at home, doing whatever rich people do, without a care in the world. That was until Mrs. Smith noticed a faintly sweet smell coming from all around her, before she or Adam could do anything about it they went off to dreamland.

Sergeant Wilma was tasked with disposing of the Jones and she had caused their afternoon nap. She had slightly opened a window, put a small hose through the opening, secured her gas mask to her face, and began flooding the house with sleeping gas.
After a minute or two she heard two thuds coming from the house, this was her signal to enter. She picked the lock and entered the rich couple’s house. Wilma waded through the invisible, anesthetic fumes, protected by her gas mask, and found Mr. and Mrs. Jones in the living room, soundly sleeping unaware of the fate waiting for them.

With the Jones out cold, Wilma walked through the house, looking for the best place to finalize her mission. She found that the kitchen was best suited for the task. After dragging in the couple and tieing them to chairs, Wilma closed all doors and windows and taped plastic over them, making the kitchen as airtight as possible. With the tape still in her hand she taped Adam’s and Sarah’s mouths shut to prevent their screaming.

After setting a bucket, a can of rat poison, and an unmarked red bottle on the table, she waiter for the couple to wake up. In the meantime the gas had dissipated, so Wilma could safely take off her gas mask hiding it from view to increase the unpleasant surprise.

As expected, Mr. Jones woke up first.
“Quiet now, you don’t want to wake up your wife,” Wilma said.
Adam, unable to speak, initially panicked but then realized there was nothing he could do.
“Good boy, now, you’ve financed several gangs and directly cause a few hundred deaths among them 12 innocent bystanders. For your crimes, the BCPU has decided to sentence you to death without trial. As for your wife, she will receive the same sentence as she is your accomplice and equally responsible.”
Adam is trying to say something, and by the looks of it he is angry, but with the tape over his mouth, Wilma can’t hear him.
“Don’t waste your breath, the decision is final,” Wilma said, walking to the table. “Now, should I wait for your wife to wake up or should I get on with it?”
“Mhhpf, mhhpf mhpf mh.” Adam murmurs.
“If that’s what you want,” Wima said as she picked up her gas mask and put it on, causing Adam to panic again,
“Don’t be such a baby, I haven't done anything yet.”
She continued by putting on thick rubber gloves and examining the can of poison.
You know, the stuff we normally used is pretty expensive, so I’m glad you had this under the sink. It's probably not as fast, but it should still get the job done.
Once I mix this with this, she holds up the other bottle, it will react to form a poisonous gas that will fill this room. It will sting and burn, but I suggest you try and take deep breaths as it will be quicker that way.
Adam, with defeat in his eyes, nodded in understanding.

Alright then, Wilma checked the seal of her mask for the last time, opened both containers, and began pouring the liquids into the bucket.
When the chemicals mixed they reacted and released a thick cloud of yellow fumes that quickly flowed out of the bucket and started to fill the room.
“Breathe in Mr. Jones, Breathe in and face your punishment,” Wilma said mockingly.
Adam, who was left with no other choice did as he was told, and breathed in. The fumes singes his nose and burned his eyes. As he continues breathing it hurt more and more, and blood and tears started running down his face.
At this time the fumes also reached Mrs. Jones, who was rudely awakened by the burning sensation.
Wilma turned to her and calmly spoke, “Good morning Mrs. Jones, you are being gassed for your crimes, it’s too late now, just breathe in and go back to sleep.”
Sarah, who was already weakened by the gas, saw herself and her husband tied up in the kitchen filled with yellow fumes and a woman in a gas mask standing before them. This caused her to panic, which worked to her advantage as she breathed faster causing her to be the first to succumb to the gas, with Adam following soon after.

With Adam and Sarah presumed dead, Wilma opened the door and sealed it again as best she could. She then put up “Home under fumigation” signs at the back and front door, and left the Jones to stew until the BCPU would come to pick up and dispose of their remains, eventually.

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I tried a bunch of different ways to make the fumes, and I finally managed to get something I like.
Feedback and/or art tips are always welcome.