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

The afternoon sun shines brightly from the cloudless sky. Birds chirp from the treetops above them. A gentle breeze lazily drifts off the ocean as the waves crash against the shore. Carl and the doc are soaking up a few rays on their private island in the South Pacific. After their last run-in with the police, Carl agreed it'd be wise to lay low for a while. 


Carl glances at his partner, who's half-asleep in his chair. He looked so happy, so content soaking up a few rays. I've never seen him this calm, this relaxed. The doc is usually hot-tempered, flying off the handled over the smallest thing. Agitation that's becoming increasingly worse as he ages. 


Free Again