evening beam

Judge Barnes left the side of the building. The spot beneath the exhaust pipe had been a good bit of luck, but now with the late evening darkness it was time to move on. His leg had been crushed by the blunt force of the steel lead beam swung by hooligans passing their entrance exam into Killers-+-Murderers, but now was not the time to worry about his leg that was halfway hanging off and rather he must find water, and the Grand Fountain in the town square was the closest water a man would hope to find in such a bad predicament.

Like a camouflaged scorpion with a leg dangling, the judge slithered like an elephant. His problem was that he was a wanted man: a decree by killers for the questionable deaths of their two young murderers only hours ago. Now the gang controlled sight lines from roof tops, scouting. And a grown man slithering across an empty parking lot is a pretty easy thing to spot and a good way to get yourself shot up in a real hurry. What the judge needs is for a fair trial.

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