Dredd Sadie Summers -

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?” dredd sadie summers

“First round neutralized the threat,” she said quietly. “Second round was… personal.” The rain over the ruined hab-block had finally

Her jaw tightened. The Futsie had been screaming about his daughter. About a quota. About a Judge who’d crushed her skull during a riot three weeks ago. Summers had heard the name. The Judge was dead now—killed in a crossfire last shift. But the Futsie didn’t know that. All he knew was rage. His chest was a smoking crater