Dredd Sadie Summers -

Dredd was silent for a long four seconds. Long enough for the rain to start again, thin and cold.

“Sir?”

She holstered the weapon and followed him into the gray morning, the weight of the badge pressing harder than ever. dredd sadie summers

“Summers.”

Summers didn’t turn. “Subject was armed. Discarded kinetic pistol on the stairs. He fired twice. Missed wide.” Dredd was silent for a long four seconds

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.

“That second round. Would you fire it again?” “Summers

Dredd reached out and, with one thick-gloved finger, tapped the badge on her chest plate. It clinked softly.