Carl, an ex-cop is tired of the faltering judicial system, letting criminals go with a mere slap on the wrist. He decides to take matters into his own hands and rid the city of its undesirables once and for all.

Justice Best Served Cold

A blast of hot air pelts against Jack's face when he throws the squeaky door open. He finds his ex-partner handcuffed to the table on the far side of the room. His clothes and hair are sopping wet like he just stepped out of the shower. His face is ghostly white except for the dark circles under his bloodshot eyes. He looks like death warmed over. 


Jack stomps across the interrogation room with a bottle of water in hand. "I thought you might need this." He releases one of Carl's cuffs and hands it to him. 


"Thanks" Making quick work of the cap, Carl guzzles down the cool, clear liquid. Water has never tasted so good. He wipes the bottle across his forehead, gulps down the last little bit, and burps. 


"Some things never change." Chuckling, Jack reaches up and tightens the bulb. 


Carl glances up at the outdated light swinging from the tarnished chain. "That used to be my old trick." 


Manipulating the System