[b]Davin[/b] Sector 300 was the same as anywhere else in Megacity One, crime poverty trash in the streets. It was everywhere like some rampant disease. No one was trying to make it better, only make the problem worse. Davin on the other hand believe in Judge Verra Black, and Sin. They would bring order and a common soul to the city by having everyone become one and having a voice. No more would they be ruled over a tyrannical government with a force of Murderers with advanced training, and weapons called Judges. Slowly and in a very peaceful manner Davin entered the block where the Family called home. He had gained enough information on the streets to slowly find his way to their place. It wasn’t that hard when a gang was controlling a good bit of space and trying to gain more. Slowly he looked around at all the civilians that were around, they would be so much collateral damage if things went awry, and so would he. Davin didn’t even carry a weapon with him as he headed up some stairs, he grabbed a kid running by and stared down at them. “Tell the parents soldier of the legion is here to see them.” He let the kid go. The kid ran off to go tell the Mother and Fathers of the family exactly what Davin had said. With a glance around Davin slowly walked over to a bench and sat down rubbing his hands together as he stared across the block at the doorway that lead into the building. With a click of his tongue he started to spin a switch blade between his fingers the blade flicking in and out of it’s handle clicking. [b]Larson[/b] The news of Judges being on the way wasn’t a surprised in fact it was a small part of the plan that Verra had made. They had to make their presence better known. IF they showed their strength by taking out a couple of Judges publicly everyone would know their name. Larson grinned at the news and moved the gangsters he had with him into the next room. This time he had them charge straight in, there was no reason for a flashbang this time, the rest of the Jackals would be ready for such a thing. Instead as Larson lead the charge into the room he opened up with a shotgun blasting away his arm pulling back the pump loading new shells and firing again. The men behind him opened up fire as well the Jackals didn’t stand a chance they were no match for these men and women who had been trained like a Judge. Bullets flew through the air from both sides, but only one side was actually hitting anything. Jackals went down in gouts of blood and gore from the powerful rounds blasting through their bodies. Larson stopped firing as did everyone else and he slowly looked around at all the bodies on the floor and counted them. He saw a familiar face as well, the Jackal’s boss lay with a spray of pellets across his skull have of his face torn off. “Good work! They’re all dead.” Stepping over the bodies and out the door he gave orders as he walked. “Alright guys! Everyone set up behind cover near the entrance to the block! We’ll give those Judges what for. Time to show this city what the Legion is Made of.” He gave orders as they entered the commons area of the block pointing here and there to stands and small kiosks where they kicked people out of. Very quickly the commons area became empty except for the Legion members hidden by anything that could stop a bullet The Judges stopped outside of the building that was the block there had been a report of shootings at. Both of them readied their lawmakers the normal grim look of a Judge plastered on their faces beneath their helmets. As they entered the block the knew instantly that something was wrong, They moved towards cover as quick as they could, but they were met with several assault rifles pointing right at them that began firing large swaths of automatic rounds. All around them within seconds more weapons opened up fire. It was a death trap, no way to escape. The bullets tore through their armor as multiple rounds impacted their bodies. They fired back and killed two of the gun men, but the storm of bullets was just to much for the two Judges and they went to their knees before hitting the ground with thuds. Pools of blood surrounded the bodies of the now deceased officers of Justice. Larson stepped out from behind his cover and walked over yanking off the Judge’s helmets and gave them a cous de gras putting a bullet into each man’s forehead. “Alright guys… let’s head out.” He slowly lead the remaining living Legion members from the block each of them stepping over the bodies of the judges each adding a extra bullet to each body. They climbed into a black truck and it sped off down the street. As the civilians of the block filtered back into the commons area calls were going off like crazy to the Hall of Justice reporting the death of the two Judges. [b] The Hall of Justice[/b] Several Judges sat around the table each of them wearing the uniform of the council. They all seemed slightly distraught. “A killing of two judges on purpose? And our Judges stood no chance against these people who seemed to know our very tactics! We have to do something about this. “ One woman who seemed like she was only months away from taking the walk stood up. “I have already taken care of it. I have requested Dredd put together a team to investigate this matter. This Legion, and they will report to him.” The council all nodded in agreement on this subject. [b]Dredd[/b] Dredd stood outside the hall of Justice his helmet fit tightly around his head and his fingers tapping across the console of his bike. He grunted and sent out messages to several Judges he had picked out purely for reasons of seeing if they could make something of themselves. “Judges Johnson, Stone, Sage, and Tybor report to Asbury block, Sector 301. There has been a turf war and two murdered Judges. You three have been handpicked to investigate and take care of this situation. This case is Priority One over any other Cases you have currently. “ He sent off the message and stared up across the buildings in front of him and slowly shook his head. There was something wrong about this, but he believed these three he had picked would be able to handle it.