|top|: Dredd Sadie Summers

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.

“I know, sir.”

Dredd reached out and, with one thick-gloved finger, tapped the badge on her chest plate. It clinked softly. dredd sadie summers

“First round neutralized the threat,” she said quietly. “Second round was… personal.” Her jaw tightened

“Good. That’s the difference between a Judge and a executioner. Don’t forget it.” About a Judge who’d crushed her skull during

She holstered the weapon and followed him into the gray morning, the weight of the badge pressing harder than ever.

Sector 13 East-Forty, Megacity One. 05:47 GST.