Judge Taylor is sitting on his RIDE rushing to finish a donut before the end of his mandated fifteen minute break and idly watching the feed of crime reports on the bike's console. A murder report flashes by at a nearby block, but he restrains himself, he's got 30 seconds yet until he's allowed to resume work. A raid on a clothing store, a mugging, vandalism, vehicle on fire. His finger hovers over the console. The last second ticks by, he taps the console. "Control, Judge Taylor, I'll take the body on Rudyard Kipling block". The RIDE roars to life and in seconds he's racing the half mile to Kipling.
He pulls off the main drag and descending the down ramp sees a crowd in front of the block. His arrival innevitably leads to a few people fleeing the scene at speed, and more leave as he barges his way through the crowd. In the centre of the crowd a man lies in a spreading pool of blood . He's flattened some what, Taylor looks up at the block towering fifty stories above him, but by the looks of it the victim didn't fall more than ten floors. He kneels flips the body over, sees what looks like a bullet hole in the man's side. "Anyone know him?" he asks the crowd, but no one answers. Nothing unusual.
He heads into the block, contacting the block management and telling them to get the scene cleaned up. Ten stories up he uses his ident to open an apartment door. "REDD authorised entry, citizens stand back do not interfere." He commands any occupants. Inside he finds the only occupant is a small child, no sign of any adults. "Control, Judge Taylor. Residents apartment 10-67 Rudyard Kipling block have left an underage child alone, schedule a custody retreival for the child."
He slides open the window and takes a half step into the six inch deep "balcony". There's a splash of blood on the ledge, looking up he sees that it's dripped from the balcony above. A glance down confirms that he's directly above the corpse.
As Taylor closes the front door he activates a REDD block to prevent the residents access, and takes the stairs to the floor above. The stair well is filthy and Taylor has to step over a couple of drugged citizens. At room 11-67 he notes the door is damaged, he uses his REDD ID to digitally reverse the spy hole in the door. Peeking through he can see into a living room that's in disarray. A man lounges in a chair a pistol dangling from his right hand.
Taylor draws his BEAST and activates a STUN. In one smooth action, he kicks the door open tosses the STUN and steps aside. After the first flash and stunning warble he rushes into the apartment. The occupant has dropped the gun and is covering his ears, he's in cuffs before the STUN shuts off.
"I was defending myself." He cries.
"Sure." Taylor acknowledges and pulls out his TRUTH. "Tell me what happened, no stories, just the facts."
The citizen tries to slow his breathing then starts. "He burst in, had a knife. I shot him and he fell out the window."
The TRUTH registered a lie. "Lieing to a REDD Judge is two years buddy.We'll get the rest outta you back at headquarters."
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