Judge Dredd

fingers, matching one slender tendon here, twisting another into place. Finally, a golden spark hissed, lighting Rico’s face and eyes. A faint sound began to whir in the warrior’s head. The powerful torso jerked. A spasm shot through its right arm. Steam covered the monster in a mist, and its eyes glowed like rubies in its head. The eyes blinked once, and turned on Rico.

“Status… Commander… Mission…”

The computer voice was old and it rustled like a snake.

“Status is Personal Bodyguard,” Rico said. He struck a match on the robot’s chin and lit one of Geiger’s cigars. “Commander is me. Mission is, we’re going to war again. Geronimo, pal…”

Lily Hammond had taken care of herself. Her husband’s status as Mega-City’s top broadcaster enabled her to make regular appointments at Lovely-U. Her breasts were always firm, her skin always clear, and though she hadn’t been born that way, her legs were slender and long. She was forty-seven and looked twenty-two. Vardis Hammond was fifty-five, and looked thirty-eight. No one at the studio dreamed that he spent his annual vacation getting re- studded at Handsome-Him.

“My God, Vardis…”

Lily looked up from the paper in her hand and stared at her husband. “A—a conspiracy in the Justice system? Radical elements on the City Council? Where did you get this stuff?”

Hammond didn’t look up. He sat at his desk in the corner, under his favorite antique light, tapping on his lap computer.

“What do you mean, where did I get it? That’s my job, Lily. I followed up some grumblings I found in some low level Council papers. They confirm what I’ve known all along. The shadow of oppression goes deeper than the Street Judges. Much deeper.”

Lily frowned. “Please, dear. Don’t say things like ‘shadow of oppression.’ You’re home, you are not on the video.” Lily paused, then studied her husband again. “Vardis, are you going to use that? Are you going to say that on the air?”

Vardis gave her a chilly look. “Well, it’s the truth. Why shouldn’t I say it?”

“I think you’re out of your mind, you want to know what I think.”

“I’m a reporter. I am a reputable journalist and I have an obligation to the Citizens of—”

“That doesn’t mean you have to go and get yourself killed.”

Hammond laughed. He set his keyboard aside and stood. “The Judges don’t kill reporters. Not yet, anyway.”

Lily watched him as he crossed the room to the bar. “Vardis, I’m serious. They’ll never let you put this on the air. Something like this could… it could bring down the Council!”

Vardis poured a generous glass of clear liquid from the bottle.

“Maybe it should, Lily. I know a lot more than I did when I started poking into this business. I wasted a lot of time investigating individual Judges. The problem is the entire system, not just… maniacs like Judge Dredd who—what the hell’s that?”

Hammond turned as the door chimes sounded gently in the hall. He walked to the door, the irritation clear in his dark eyes, the tension around his mouth. Lily didn’t have any idea what was really going on out there. She didn’t have to go out on the street where you could smell the burning victims of the block wars, try to get a visor-head to tell you something besides the official line.

“What is it?” Hammond said, jerking open the door. “What do you—”

Hammond had nearly a quarter of a second to look at the black silhouette, the helmet without a face. The Lawgiver coughed once. The Judge stepped over Hammond’s corpse and walked into the room.

TWELVE

She knew it didn’t make any sense, that it wasn’t like her at all. She simply didn’t do things like this. She disciplined herself, kept her emotions totally under control. And if you were going to let yourself get out of hand, why spend your feelings on Dredd!

She stood in the shadows by her locker. There was a textbook on arrest procedures on the shelf, half a box of practice ammo that she should have turned in. A good thing Briscoe didn’t see that. She was supposed to set a good example.

Hershey caught herself, closed her eyes and drew in a breath. Easy, lady, don’t lose it. Remember what they taught you… one day at a time in the streets. Yesterday was bad but you don’t have to go through that one again…

“And neither does Briscoe,” she said aloud. “Briscoe doesn’t have to do anything anymore.”

She heard the hiss of the shower and smelled the scent of steam and soap. Someone slammed a locker, the sound bouncing off the tile walls like a shot.

She glanced at her watch. Time to grab a cup of something hot before her shift. Check out the new Lawmaster, see if the tekkies had found any slips. She turned and started for the door, took four determined steps then stopped, turned on her heels and walked back the other way.

“You aren’t losing it, Hershey,” she muttered under her breath, “you have flat lost it, girl.”

He was changing his shirt, peeling it over his head. His back, his shoulders, and his arms were tight with cords of muscle, the perfect symmetry of his upper body marred only by the harsh, pink ridges of tissue, scars earned in combat on the streets. A Judge emblem was tattooed on his left shoulder. Hershey had one like it herself—only hers wasn’t blurred where a killer’s bullet had plowed an ugly groove.

Dredd turned as he heard her behind him, paused and drew his shirt down over the flat plane of his belly.

“You on today, Hershey?”

“I’m on. They gave me an option day after—after that Red Quad fracas…”

“And you didn’t take it.” Dredd’s expression didn’t change, but he nodded his approval.

“I think it’s better if you just keep doing what you do,” she said.

“You thought right.”

He picked up his helmet and closed his locker. They walked together out of the room. Cadet Olmeyer had one foot up on a bench, polishing his boot. He stared at the pair, wondering if he ought to come to attention, say something, keep his mouth shut or what. By the time he decided, Dredd and Hershey were gone.

“I caught your lecture today,” Hershey said.

“Good.”

“You, uh, laid it on pretty thick, Judge.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that.”

Hershey let out a breath. He’s impossible. He thinks it’s a compliment!

“What I’m saying is, I wonder… do you really think that’s what the Cadets need to hear?”

Dredd glanced at her. “I told the truth. What do you think I should tell them?”

“The truth is fine, I’m not arguing that. It’s just… you made it sound as if their lives are practically over, and these people haven’t even started.”

Dredd looked straight ahead. They were walking down the rampway toward the Lawmaster tunnel.

“The life they came from is over. They’re Judge Cadets.”

“Which means what? You toss everything out but that? I’m a Judge, and I think I’m a good one. But I still have a personal life, too. I have things I like to do. I have friends…”

“When did you see them last?”

“What?”

Dredd stopped. His dark eyes seemed to look right through her. “These friends, Hershey. When did you see them? What did you do?”