Rebels,Punks and Lesbians

"You're coming with us"

2 male police officers stand infront of me. The red and blue lights filling the empty abando. They are tall and intimidating. The skinnier of the two, Carl according to his badge, walks around me and clicks handcuffs around my wrists. They escort me to their van and shove me inside. I sit in the back behind the metal screen that separates the police from the suspect. I struggle to escape, banging the handcuffs against the steel in hopes they might break off. The officer in the passenger seat gives me a warning. He is interrupted by another officer on a walkie talkie. While he is distracted I try everything I can think of to get out. Without even turning around I hear Carl mumble, "I warned you once", followed by the click of a button. He slides a hard plastic sheet across the separation window just before a musky purple-grey coloured gas pours out of the van roof.
Within seconds everything goes black. The next the I remember is waking up in a dirty white room.