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"If we weren't en route to something more important, I would have," Thorne replied. "But we simply don't have the time to have that conversation with the driver." He grinned. "Besides--the speaker was loud enough to free up the lane." Thorne nodded ahead, where most of the mobile habs and other...

Thorne allowed himself a quiet chuckle and nodded as the two rode off toward their destination. "Stomm, Wolf--at this rate I'm almost inclined to requisition use of a judge from Psi-division just to make sure we don't get caught flat-footed. Some of those black ops types act like they're already...

"Yeah, I got it," Thorne replied and followed his partner toward their cycles. "Those crews in Sector 18 have really been stoking the flames of a full-on block war, haven't they?" he asked. Just then, the cadet nearly ran into Wolf. Thorne remained quiet during their exchange, his arms...

"Fine, fine," Thorne said, holding up a hand in resignation. "Sorry to be a ... thorn in your side." He paused and then cleared his throat. "Alright, that was the end of it. That pun may be even worse than the movement to return to Booth-era democratic insanity." While he and Wolf waited for...

Thorne frowned. "The chief's not worried about long-term partnerships potentially reducing individual judges' ability to cover as much territory as necessary?" He paused and looked to Wolf. "No offense intended, partner. I'm on mission until it's over. Just felt the need to ask." He glanced to...

"Stomm!" Thorne growled before making his way up to the correct location. "Sorry about that," the tardy judge said with a long exhalation. "Had some incomplete intel, but I'm here now." Thorne looked from Dredd to Wolf and back, placing his fists on his hips. "What's the case, and how can I...

Not long after Wolf arrived, Thorne pulled up before the hall, his tires squealing as he skidded to a stop. The judge jogged into the hall. "Dredd's going to kill me if I'm late to this summons," he grumbled under his breath. A cluster of cadets quickly moved out of the way as Thorne ran...

Thorne chuckled softly to himself. "Guess I'll be seeing ol' Stoney Face after all," he muttered before speaking more audibly into his comm unit. "Control, this is Thorne. Copy that. I'll be there shortly." He downshifted his cycle to make an impromptu u-turn on the overzoom he was on and...

"This one's all yours, Wolf," Thorn replied. "I'd just be extra weight. Besides, I can all but hear the city calling out for more justice--so I'll return to the streets to try and stem the tide of chaos from spreading further." Having followed the other judge outside, Thorne slung a leg over...

"You heard the man, scum," Thorne said to the lot of mostly unconscious criminals lying on the floor. "Lifetime stint on Titan without parole." Thorne put his hands on his hips and turned back to Wolf. "Nothing ever feels as satisfying as the application of law. Hopefully that kid learns to...

"We could," Thorne replied. "But I hear Dredd's not the type to hold in much esteem judges who can't pronounce a sentence on their own." He took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. "At the very least, we're looking at a minimum of ... three months per organ. Conspiracy and illicit possession...

Pursing his lips, Thorne spent a few moments staring at each of the assembled suspects in turn. "Chances are good it's the last one we came across--the one nearest the victim. Assuming a surgeon's the one in charge." Thorne rubbed his chin. "Of course, they could just be a well-paid crew...

"Roger that," Thorne replied, holstering his own weapon as well. With one hand, he grabbed the nearest convulsing criminal's shirt and began dragging him out into the hall like a sack of wet laundry. Once there, Thorne grasped the gunner by the arm and hauled the two toward the stairs. "Stay...

Thorne quickly retrieved his respirator from the pouch at his belt and set it in place over his helmet. Sounds of hacking and gasping were followed by heavy THUDs as multiple bodies dropped to the floor. The laze-gunner was convulsing at the end of the hall, and it sounded like someone else was...

Just before Thorne's head broke the plane of the floor, a rapid series of white-hot laze-blasts lit up the hallway like a strobe, the smell of ozone lingering in their wake. At the end of the hallway was a tripod-mounted laze-gun, its operator doing her best to aim at the foremost judge's...