She looked at the body. At the shattered face of a man who was a victim ten years ago and a monster tonight. She thought of her own first year on the streets. The first perp she’d executed. The way her hands shook for three days.
Summers didn’t turn. “Subject was armed. Discarded kinetic pistol on the stairs. He fired twice. Missed wide.” dredd sadie summers
“Summers.”
The rain over the ruined hab-block had finally stopped, but the air still tasted of ozone, soykaf, and blood. Judge Sadie Summers knelt in the rubble, her Lawgiver trained on the cracked plasti-crete floor. The perp—a Futsie hopped on homemade bio-chems—was dead. His chest was a smoking crater. She hadn’t meant to fire twice. The first round was textbook. The second was anger. She looked at the body
“Personal doesn’t exist in this uniform, Judge Summers.” The first perp she’d executed
“First round neutralized the threat,” she said quietly. “Second round was… personal.”
The clank of armored boots approached from behind.