The captain handed off the unconscious man to the guard. Block B was comfortable enough. Honestly, he wasn't planning to execute the punk, but rather, scare him straight. He'd thrown a punch, not pulled the gun he was carrying. Mind, that was a different offense, and one that would be approached later, but for now, he had other issues. "Put this in lockdown." He told the officer. "I've some business to attend to." He spoke, picking up a white jacket from a rack, one which had the word 'Justice' emblazoned on the back. He set his arms through it, then turned in Abagail's direction. "Seems we have a rat problem." He said in a dangerous tone, walking that way...


Only to stop short and lean down. Sure enough, there were rats. Argos held an open palm full of seeds, and the rats began to eat from it.