After resting we were called in for the day shift briefing by Judge Jude who raised the following items:

Our day patrol proved uneventful, consisting of the usual minor offences such as littering and jay walking. It was only when we reached the city bottom at approximately 14:00 that things livened up. A flash of bright light from what could only be a laser alerted us to trouble. Seconds later a body rolled down a ramp from a nearby skedway. We went to investigate and noticed a spy in the sky camera floating above us. While my fellow Judges rode up the ramp to check out the area I went over to the body which belonged to a man in his 30s with facial scarring, sporting a leg brace.

My colleagues came across a group of four muties inside the ruins of the city bottom and were attacked, needless to say it was a one-sided fight. [J. Trump: Two surrendered at my challenge but the other two chose to fight. I do not think they even understood my challenge]

I was about to check my mysterious bodies clothing for ID when the spy in the sky opened fire with a laser! With some assistance it was destroyed and the muties arrested [J. Trump: Those that surrendered anyway]. Turning back to the body I found several items of interest not least of which was a lawgiver and Judges badge! A check with central confirmed his identity as Medical Tutor Judge Pentecoste, also on his person were keys to a saloon car.

I had the idea of using our Lawmasters infrared lamps to pick up any footprints he might have left and it paid off, his tracks led back into the maze of buildings which made up city bottom. Following them inside the tumble of ruins and ancient structures we found a repair bot with the name “Call Me Ishmael” working on some faulty lights. On questioning the robot said it had been hired by [J. Trump: hired from] Haul-All rental to conduct the repairs. Shortly after this we spotted a vehicle from that very company speeding away down a side road followed seconds later by an enormous explosion, the force of which threw us from our bikes.

The blast knocked Judge Trump unconscious and when we had recovered our senses we rushed to investigate the site of the explosion. After using our Lawmasters to clear some rubble we found the entrance to warehouse 176, the epicentre of the blast.

The inside was a mess, the perps had obviously been in a hurry to cover their tracks as the explosion had failed to destroy everything. There were the remains of two robots, control panels, power generators, some sort of inflatable tent and several hi-tech crates the latter of which had the Justice Department eagle splashed across them. A strong odour permeated the place, that of “stain-gone”, a strong and hard to obtain industrial cleaner.

A thorough search uncovered further items of interest, namely: a vid-slug, an empty container of “stain-gone” and a crumpled piece of paper which read “Stop him before he kills us all, I can’t control…” I went over to the tent to look around and discovered it to be a medical facility of some sort as it contained sterilising lamps, a robo-doc which had been shot through its head, and an operating table with various medical supplies.

Outside my fellow Judges found a freezer and a nuclear generator dated 2095, which put its manufacture before the Apocalypse War. Judge Bullet downloaded the recovered vid-slug memory into his bike computer and ran a playback which showed a seemly drugged Judge Pentecoste ordering three robots to unload equipment from the back of a green Haul-All truck. We contacted traffic division to put out an APB on the vehicle in hopes it would be picked up on the sectors innumerable cameras.

Our quick thinking paid off as Traffic division contacted us shortly to alert us to a green Haul-All truck which had crashed on Boni’s underpass, a relatively quiet traffic spot. When we arrived there was evidence that the vehicle had been blown up deliberately. A clean-up squad was called in to get rid of the mess and clear the route for traffic.

We spotted some fresh scrawling on a nearby wall which read “save the Stookie”, and it seemed reasonable to assume the scrawler might have witnessed the explosion of the Haul-All. Sure enough we found the scrawler hiding nearby, the Juve was around eleven and told us he had witnessed the explosion. He also provided us with a description of the perp involved, a tall man in a long coat and wearing a wide brimmed had [J. Trump: hat?] who had walked over to a nearby taxi rank before heading off. We put up posters in the vicinity with a description of the perp telling anyone who might have seen him to contact Justice Department immediately. Despite my objections, Judge Klyment, now our temporary squad leader, decided to sentence the Juve to one year, too severe in my opinion. [J. Trump: Last nights debriefing must have had an effect. J. Stotz would have been the one issuing harsh sentences previously]

We overheard a commotion originating from two, obviously drunk citizens who were with a large crowd who had gathered to look at the crash site like ghouls.

After moving the citizens on we listened to the drunks complaint concerning being ripped off at Harold Higgins shuggy hall which was close by. On reporting in and after sentencing the drunks for gambling, we were instructed to check out Higgins business as it had been involved with criminal gangs in the past, and Higgins himself had done cube time for offences ranging from gambling to drugs to gun running.

The shaggy hall was situated inside a pre-atomic building and consequently extremely sturdy. Myself and Judge Klyment approached the front whilst Judge Bullet covered the rear exit. My call to open up was met by a Andy Fraiser who said he worked for Higgins and promptly let us inside the premises. As you’d expect from a vice den it was dark, smoke filled and reeked of potential perps! A side curtain covered the entrance to the shuggy hall proper and moments after we flung it aside perps who had been enjoying a game of shuggy and gambling drew guns and opened fire on us.

The firefight was brutal, I was badly wounded and only the expeditious use of stumm gas from Judge Bullet saved us from being overwhelmed. After the fight we searched the place and located a room off the main hall which was occupied by two perps in suits and the dead body of a citizen in civvie clothes. The suited perps opened fire immediately and proved to be well trained, Judge Klyment was mortally wounded and it was Judge Bullet who saved us again with a well tossed stumm gas grenade. Unfortunately, despite Judge Bullets ministrations, Judge Klyment succumbed to his injuries, he will be remembered.

The suited perps were sentenced and searched. They were none other than Harold Higgins himself and Dave Harm a gang enforcer. The dead man was id’d as Alfredo Mendez and he had on him a roughly drawn map of Barney Sloane block and a diagram of a sub-level with “x’s” showing possible bomb placement areas, he also had several components on him which could be used in bomb making.

We only had 35 minutes until Sloane Block was due to be opened with 40,000 people and several senior Judges present. We raced there arriving with 10 minutes to spare. Referring to the map we found previously we headed straight for the underground car park where we witnessed a party in progress held by a gang of drunk juves. I noticed a car parked next to a pillar which may have been the bomb.

The juves drew guns and fired on us during which doors crashed open on another vehicle to reveal the missing baby T-Rex and it headed for the nearest juve, promptly killing him. During the commotion Judge Bullet had managed to reach the car with the bomb inside and drove the vehicle out of the car park, leaving us to contend with the remaining juves and the errant dinosaur. I was incapacitated in the firefight and Judge Klyment saved my life as he dragged me out. [J. Trump: Impressive of J. Klyment as he died 10 minutes previously in the shuggy hall] The dinosaur killed the rest of the juves and turned on us, following us outside. Fortunately the timely arrival of more Judges saved our skins as they blew it away.

In the interim Judge Bullet had driven the car to a safe distance where the bomb exploded harmlessly. Well done! With the job done we were ordered to report to Tech Judge McDonald in forensic lab 7 over at sector house. Also in attendance were Med Judge Hollister and SJS Judge Stark who temporarily sequestered us to the SJS!

They provided further information regarding the case of Judge Warren Pentecoste, it appears he had a brain tumour and that the man seen entering the cab after destroying the Haul-All truck used Red Strip cabs. At this juncture we met Judge Elso who would be joining our squad. We contacted the cab company to discover the driver was a Elvira Madison, she told us she had found a note in the back of her cab which read: “He wants to kill the city, stop him before we all die’.

Our next assignment was to go to Tarim Towers to investigate Judge Pentecoste’s apartment and also one belonging to Elmer, a manager for the local Haul-All firm. Unfortunately the block also happened to be infested with rad-fleas! so we were instructed to contact Med Judge Conway on arrival to take the proper precautions. He explained that rad-fleas cause uncontrollable itching and special suits were needed to avoid being bitten. Med-Div had successfully cleared many of the floors inside the block but several more were still infested. Our goal was Floor 120 and as we exited the stairs we saw the results of the rad-fleas first hand as desperate citizens who had been bitten tried to get past us and further down the stairs to try and exit the block. They couldn’t be reasoned with so stumm gas was the only option.

Reaching Pentcoste’s apartment I heard a beeping coming from inside so we decided to cut through an adjoining wall rather than risk using the front door which might be Bobby-trapped. The sound turned out to be an answering machine which we examined. A message had been sent to a prisoner on Titan, an ex-Judge Kent saying “his beloved mother had passed away”. I thought this could be some form of sleeper agent activation code via subliminal programming and checked with Psi-Div who said it was a possibility. We updated SJS Judge Stark on the situation who then ordered us on the next available shuttle to Titan.