(I never defined liquid knuckles, cause I assumed everyone knew what it was. For those who don't remember, or never read snowcrash, liquid knuckles is a aerosol self-defense item. It's a foam/gel that's released at such high pressures that it can knock someone flat on their ass. Like a punch in a can.)
(Also, I'm not a violent person, and I became incredibly squeamish as I wrote the fight between Kat and Mawali.)
[b]Kat[/b]
It takes a second for me to spin my eyes into gear, flickering from baseline spectrum to infrared. It's absolutely pitch black in here. This place isn't up to code, there isn't emergency lighting set up down here. You could hurt yourself if you didn't have a flashlight. 
I'm okay if Mawali smacks his shin on something.
The room is made up of long shelves of stock. I'm at the small clearing at the foot of the stairs, an empty space. I presume there's a similar cleared area next to the circuit breaker. That's where Mawali must be. So now he's either hiding there, or he's coming back down along the shelves to where I am. I realize that this place doesn't have a secondary exit. This is it. I've got him cornered. He must have panicked when he ran this way. 
I find my can of liquid knuckles and pick it up. I don't know what Mawali is packing, but hopefully my liquid knuckles can stop him before he can respond. To be safe, I set it on my widest nozzle feature. I won't have to aim, just shoot first. I hope it's enough.
I'm crouching, absolutely silent. I can't hear anything, other than the sound of the dull roar coming from upstairs. People are in quite the panic, and they're being rather vocal about it.
I stalk over to one of the aisles of shelving, and peer down it. Empty. 
I move slowly down the rows, looking cautiously for sign of movement. 
When I reach the second to last row, my foot lands heavily on the concrete, my shoes letting out a squeak. It's barely a noise at all, yet it seems deafening.
It's always the smallest things which are the catalyst for these types of events.
Mawali bursts out of the last aisle, stumbling slightly, and before I can level the liquid knuckles, he turns on a powerful flashlight in my face.
I let out a screech as my vision is blinded, dropping the liquid knuckles as I claw at my face from the aftereffects of the light. Mawali tackles me, dropping the flashlight as he wraps his arms around me, drawing me to the ground.
Blinking back into baseline visuals, I can see the faint illumination of Mawali's face, a crude angry mask with a growling mouth and an oversized nose. 
Drawing my head back, I lash forwards, driving my forehead into Mawali's nose, at the same time twisting away from under his grasp.
Mawali reels backwards, clutching at his nose. Pulling my self upright, I jab out with my boot, smashing into his kneecap, driving him back into the ground, sobbing in pain.
"Mawali, you stand convicted of murder, pimping and pandering without permits, possession and distribution of illegal narcotics, possession and distribution of illegal firearms, racketeering, obstruction of justice, attempted bribery of public officials, and tax fraud."
I quickly step behind him, reach into my jacket, and withdraw a pair of handcuffs, which I attach to his hands, pulling his arms behind his back. Pulling him to his feet, I march him back to the circuit breaker, which I turn back on. After a heavy moment, the lights flicker back on again. 
I draw my stunner, which I hold close to my body, aimed squarely at Mawali. Reaching into my jacket with my free hand, I trigger my transponder, "Gentlemen, I have apprehended Mawali. I would appreciate your presence inside the building, as there is panic going on, since the lights had been turned off. Have your stunners drawn and ready, but don't shoot. Be calm, and the citizens will follow your lead."
Waiting only to hear their affirmatives, I drop my transponder back into my jacket. Poking lightly at the defeated Mawali, I drive him away from the circuit breaker, past the flashlight and the liquid knuckles, which I pick up, up the rusted metal stairs, and back out into the club proper.
At the entrance of the club, the two rookies stand, trying to be assertive, and not doing their best.