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The BCPU had received an oddly detailed and anonymous report of smuggling activities occurring in the harbor. Based on this report, Sergeant Suki decided, it would not hurt to take a quick look. If nothing else, it would show anyone working at the port that the BCPU is ever-vigilant.

Sergeant Suki has been with the BCPU for about 5 years, and now she is a cherished member. However, the first months of her employment were a bit difficult, not only for her but for her colleagues as well. This friction stemmed from Suki’s “unique” personality, demeanor, and clothing choice. This, despite this initial friction, was actually a great strength for her, as it often made her targets underestimate her, and made the people she interrogated lower their guards.

Now, on the reported afternoon, she made her way to the port. After talking to some of the workers and strolling about a bit, she noticed something wrong with an out-of-the-way storage house where shipments are temporarily held. The tiny thing that caught Suki’s attention was that the padlock, which was supposed to be on every door in this area, was gone from this particular door. Upon moving closer to the door, she could see the missing lock lying on the ground, with its shakel broken. Suki, now on high alert, creaked open to door to take a look to quickly locate any and all people inside.

And it appeared that the report was correct. Over in the corner was a singular man trying to open a shipping crate. The man’s futile attempts to open the crate, which bordered on amateurish, in combination, with the man’s gear, or more like lack of gear, made Suki lower her guard a little. She casually, yet stealthfully, approached him from behind, and a light kick to the back of his knees sent him to the ground. The guy, startled, and slightly hurt, could not do more than stare in confusion as Suki calmly put handcuffs on him.
And then, she spoke.

“UwU, what’s this? You awe not supposed to be hewe, mistew,” Suki said in a high-pitched voice.
“I … I.. um,” the guy fumbled,
“Being hewe makes you a trespasser, and thawt makes you a cwiminaw, UwU,” Suki cut him off, “and good cwiminaw stay siwent. because othewwise, bad things wiww happen to thewm. Isn’t thawt right mistew cwiminaw?”

With the “criminal” thoroughly befuddled, Suki turned her attention to the crate he was trying to open. “So, whawt was mistew cwiminaw hewe fow, mhh?” Suki said as she finished the criminals’s work of opening the crate. Which was revealed to be containing several smaller packages of white powder.
“Oh noes~, thawt iws cocaine isn’t iwt, mistew?” Suki said with a sad tone.
“So uwu awe not juwst a cwiminaw mistew, you awe a reawwy bad cwiminaw. But don’t wowwy, Suki knows just the sowution for reawwy bad cwiminaws.” Suki said, again in her happy tone and with a big smile on her face. She turned away from the guy to look through some of the gear she brought along. She took her full-face gas mask, and proceeded to put it on, after pressure-checking the mask to test for leaks, she proceeded to put on some pink latex gloves. And then pulled out the fully customized body of a gas gun together with a canister with several ominous warning labels.

UwU, what is this? Poison gas? and mistew cwiminyaw does nyot have a gas mask?” She said as she attached the canister to the body of the gas gun. A soft hiss filled the air, only to be silenced by a satisfying click as the canister locked into position.
“O noes~, but, then mistew cwiminaw wiww not suwvive the gassy wassy, teehee”

Suki raised the spray gun to his face, and squeezed the trigger, sending a gentle jet of not-so-gentle gas right at the criminal's face, who instinctively held his breath. But it did not matter, as Suki just held down the trigger for just as long, after all, he had to breathe eventually.
“UwU, it looks like somewone is wunning out of bweatsies~" Suki said as she watched the criminal's body begin to convulse and spasm. until he finally gasped searching for air, only to find poison.
"Hehehe~ take a deep breaf, sweetie~" Suki said as she saw him quickly lose his strength, the poison was working, and it was working quickly.

As the criminal’s vision faded, the last thing he heard was, "Sleepy time, uwu." in that same annoying, high-pitched voice she had been taunting him with the whole time.

—
I wanted to try some gap-moe and thought I might as well take it to the extreme. So, um, sorry for subjecting you guys to that god-awful dialogue.
I am still quite busy with life and stuff, hence the long time between art. but don’t worry. slow and steady wins the race.

Feedback and or art tips are always welcome.

Description
The BCPU had received an oddly detailed and anonymous report of smuggling activities occurring in the harbor. Based on this report, Sergeant Suki decided, it would not hurt to take a quick look. If nothing else, it would show anyone working at the port that the BCPU is ever-vigilant.

Sergeant Suki has been with the BCPU for about 5 years, and now she is a cherished member. However, the first months of her employment were a bit difficult, not only for her but for her colleagues as well. This friction stemmed from Suki’s “unique” personality, demeanor, and clothing choice. This, despite this initial friction, was actually a great strength for her, as it often made her targets underestimate her, and made the people she interrogated lower their guards.

Now, on the reported afternoon, she made her way to the port. After talking to some of the workers and strolling about a bit, she noticed something wrong with an out-of-the-way storage house where shipments are temporarily held. The tiny thing that caught Suki’s attention was that the padlock, which was supposed to be on every door in this area, was gone from this particular door. Upon moving closer to the door, she could see the missing lock lying on the ground, with its shakel broken. Suki, now on high alert, creaked open to door to take a look to quickly locate any and all people inside.

And it appeared that the report was correct. Over in the corner was a singular man trying to open a shipping crate. The man’s futile attempts to open the crate, which bordered on amateurish, in combination, with the man’s gear, or more like lack of gear, made Suki lower her guard a little. She casually, yet stealthfully, approached him from behind, and a light kick to the back of his knees sent him to the ground. The guy, startled, and slightly hurt, could not do more than stare in confusion as Suki calmly put handcuffs on him.
And then, she spoke.

“UwU, what’s this? You awe not supposed to be hewe, mistew,” Suki said in a high-pitched voice.
“I … I.. um,” the guy fumbled,
“Being hewe makes you a trespasser, and thawt makes you a cwiminaw, UwU,” Suki cut him off, “and good cwiminaw stay siwent. because othewwise, bad things wiww happen to thewm. Isn’t thawt right mistew cwiminaw?”

With the “criminal” thoroughly befuddled, Suki turned her attention to the crate he was trying to open. “So, whawt was mistew cwiminaw hewe fow, mhh?” Suki said as she finished the criminals’s work of opening the crate. Which was revealed to be containing several smaller packages of white powder.
“Oh noes~, thawt iws cocaine isn’t iwt, mistew?” Suki said with a sad tone.
“So uwu awe not juwst a cwiminaw mistew, you awe a reawwy bad cwiminaw. But don’t wowwy, Suki knows just the sowution for reawwy bad cwiminaws.” Suki said, again in her happy tone and with a big smile on her face. She turned away from the guy to look through some of the gear she brought along. She took her full-face gas mask, and proceeded to put it on, after pressure-checking the mask to test for leaks, she proceeded to put on some pink latex gloves. And then pulled out the fully customized body of a gas gun together with a canister with several ominous warning labels.

UwU, what is this? Poison gas? and mistew cwiminyaw does nyot have a gas mask?” She said as she attached the canister to the body of the gas gun. A soft hiss filled the air, only to be silenced by a satisfying click as the canister locked into position.
“O noes~, but, then mistew cwiminaw wiww not suwvive the gassy wassy, teehee”

Suki raised the spray gun to his face, and squeezed the trigger, sending a gentle jet of not-so-gentle gas right at the criminal's face, who instinctively held his breath. But it did not matter, as Suki just held down the trigger for just as long, after all, he had to breathe eventually.
“UwU, it looks like somewone is wunning out of bweatsies~" Suki said as she watched the criminal's body begin to convulse and spasm. until he finally gasped searching for air, only to find poison.
"Hehehe~ take a deep breaf, sweetie~" Suki said as she saw him quickly lose his strength, the poison was working, and it was working quickly.

As the criminal’s vision faded, the last thing he heard was, "Sleepy time, uwu." in that same annoying, high-pitched voice she had been taunting him with the whole time.

—
I wanted to try some gap-moe and thought I might as well take it to the extreme. So, um, sorry for subjecting you guys to that god-awful dialogue.
I am still quite busy with life and stuff, hence the long time between art. but don’t worry. slow and steady wins the race.

Feedback and or art tips are always welcome.