Fenrir leaned against the cool metal wall of the container, watching the countdown on his system interface as the police slowly made their way through the city.
It had taken some effort to tap into their movement data, but once inside the system, it wasn't hard to route a passive trace of their GPS.
He estimated they'd be here in just over thirty minutes.
That gave him plenty of time to act… or more precisely, to wait.
After sending out the distress call, Fenrir used the lull to secure the evidence.
He stashed away a few stolen documents and recording devices lying around—careful not to touch too much—and ensured the hamsters were safe inside his dungeon.
With everything accounted for, Fenrir returned to his original cell and tied himself up in loose knots.
He then pulled a thin sleeping potion vial from his inventory and shattered it beside him, coating the air with a faint scent.
