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"Control, this is Thorne," the street judge spoke into his comm system. "Futsie in tow and en route to Sector 8 kook-cube facility."
Aloysius Thorne dumped the cuffed, unconscious man in his arms over the rear seat of his Lawmaster cycle. Relieved of the extra weight he'd been hauling, Thorne groaned and arched his back before revving the vehicle's ignition.
Winding his way through the traffic backing up near the Sylvia Plath block, Thorne approached a barricade. Ahead, a community parade was taking place, celebrating the block's recent 4-week stretch without a major turf war.
Everything appeared to be above water ... but Thorne knew from his training that crime was at its most seductive when it appeared reasonable.
"You there!" Thorne called to a nearby balloon vendor whose wares showed the smiling faces of cartoon judges.
The man swallowed a large lump in his throat.
"Unlicensed use of judge likeness and defamation of character. 120 days in an iso-cube," Thorne intoned flatly.
"But--but--" the vendor protested.
"One more word and it's resisting arrest as an additional charge." Thorne pointed at the balloon. "Now get that filth out of public view." He turned to scowl at a nearby child with a cartoon-judge balloon. "Peddling your wares to children?" Thorne added. "90 extra days. You sicken me."
As the judge drove off, Thorne flipped on his cycle's comm switch. "Control, Thorne checking in. Where am I most needed once this futsie is unloaded?"
Aloysius Thorne dumped the cuffed, unconscious man in his arms over the rear seat of his Lawmaster cycle. Relieved of the extra weight he'd been hauling, Thorne groaned and arched his back before revving the vehicle's ignition.
Winding his way through the traffic backing up near the Sylvia Plath block, Thorne approached a barricade. Ahead, a community parade was taking place, celebrating the block's recent 4-week stretch without a major turf war.
Everything appeared to be above water ... but Thorne knew from his training that crime was at its most seductive when it appeared reasonable.
"You there!" Thorne called to a nearby balloon vendor whose wares showed the smiling faces of cartoon judges.
The man swallowed a large lump in his throat.
"Unlicensed use of judge likeness and defamation of character. 120 days in an iso-cube," Thorne intoned flatly.
"But--but--" the vendor protested.
"One more word and it's resisting arrest as an additional charge." Thorne pointed at the balloon. "Now get that filth out of public view." He turned to scowl at a nearby child with a cartoon-judge balloon. "Peddling your wares to children?" Thorne added. "90 extra days. You sicken me."
As the judge drove off, Thorne flipped on his cycle's comm switch. "Control, Thorne checking in. Where am I most needed once this futsie is unloaded?"