A pause from Control. “You, Dredd?”
The boom was flat, absolute, devoid of poetry. Jules’s body snapped backward against the pipe, a crimson rose blooming on his velvet chest. His silver-painted lips moved once, shaping a word no one would ever hear. dredd jules
“Control. Perp neutralized. Crime scene: hab-block Aurelius, sub-level 12. Recommend psych-eval for responding officer.” A pause from Control
“Watch me.”
Dredd’s Lawgiver remained level. “Heston was found in a sub-level cistern. Self-inflicted exsanguination. He’d written your stanzas on his own skin with a shard of glass. That’s cause and effect, citizen.” A pause from Control. “You
They weren’t.
“I understand that you administered an unlicensed psycho-active narrative to a judicial officer. That’s a Grade-5 felony.”