Chapter 91A few system induced disguises later, Adrian was already on the bike and riding to The 4th Precinct of Iron Guard HQThe 4th Precinct was a fortress of concrete and misery located in the heart of the slums. And have no doubts, it was huge! It was the headquarters of the Iron Guard, the corrupt paramilitary police force that Draven controlled.The time was 9:00 PM and the front desk was busy with officers booking drunks and ignoring frantic citizens trying to file reports.Right outside, there was a very loud VROOOOM.The sound of a roaring engine echoed off the precinct walls.The Desk Sergeant, a man named Miller (no relation to Joe, just equally tired), looked up from his donut. "What the hell is that?"But right then, there was a loud crash. The front doors of the precinct didn't just open. They literally exploded inward.A motorcycle, engulfed in smoke and debris, flew through the glass lobby. It skidded across the linoleum floor, sparking wildly, and slammed into the

Chapter 93The morning alarm in the City Detention Center did not ring, it sounded more like an annoyed scream. It was a screeching electronic sound that seemed designed to rattle the teeth in a man’s skull and remind him exactly where he was.Adrian Black opened his eyes. He was lying on the top bunk of Cell 409, his hands tucked behind his head. The mattress was roughly the thickness of a wet napkin, and the blanket smelled of industrial bleach and a hopeless man's tears. To anyone else, it was hell. To Adrian, it was just another Tuesday for him to compete his mission. Below him, Officer Thomas Graves jerked awake with a gasp, his head smacking the metal frame of the upper bunk as he did. He scrambled back against the cold concrete wall, his chest heaving, his eyes darting wildly toward the barred door."Easy, Thomas," Adrian said, his voice smooth and entirely too loud for a prison cell at six in the morning. He swung his legs over the side of the bunk and dropped lightly to

Chapter 93 Adrian stood up and looked around the cafeteria. A guard was staring down at him, his face pale, frantically speaking into his radio.Adrian pointed a finger directly at the guard.[ TECHNOMANCY: SYSTEM OVERRIDE.]The guard’s radio exploded in a shower of sparks, emitting a deafening screech of feedback that echoed through the entire block. The guard dropped it, clutching his ears."Breakfast is over," Adrian announced to the silent cafeteria.He walked back to the table. Graves was sitting there, his jaw practically on the floor. He looked at the unconscious bodies scattered around them, then up at Adrian."You... you didn't even hit them," Graves whispered. "What are you? Some kind of meta-human?""I'm your lawyer, Thomas," Adrian said, picking up a mostly clean apple from a discarded tray. "Now, come with me. We have some legal research to do.""Where are we going?""To find a quiet corner," Adrian said, biting into the apple. "I need to hack a prison."Soon, they fou

Chapter 97"You're a judge?" Graves whispered. "A High Court Judge?""Interim," Adrian smiled. "But it comes with all the powers of a sitting Justice. Including the power to claim jurisdiction over a case if the presiding judge is suddenly incapacitated.""But... but you're an inmate!" Warden Higgins squeaked from the floor. "You were arrested for assaulting a police station!""I was arrested as 'John Doe'," Adrian looked down at the Warden. "I haven't been charged, arraigned, or fingerprinted. Legally, I am just a citizen being held on a 48-hour investigative hold. A hold which I, in my capacity as a High Court Judge, am officially dismissing right now due to lack of evidence."Adrian slammed his hand on the desk like a gavel."Charges dismissed. I am a free man."Graves started to laugh at the absurdity of it all. It was a breathless, crazy laugh of pure relief. "You're insane. This is insane. But even if you are the Judge, we are still inside a maximum-security prison! The courtho

Chapter 99Brick and the Southside Kings started laughing. It was a dark, hungry sound.Draven looked at the inmates, then at Adrian. "You can't do this!" he shrieked as two prison guards grabbed his arms and slapped handcuffs on his wrists. "I am the Chief Prosecutor! The city will not stand for this! I work for the Mayor!""The Mayor is gone," Adrian said quietly. "You work for nobody now.""We are both lawyers, Adrian!" he insisted, trying to hold on to every last bit of leverage he had. "Well, I thank you for acknowledging that finally. But let's be frank, it's a little too late. and it's more or less an insult seeing as I'm now your superior and I'm in fact the Chief Judge of Althergard." "No, you're not! You can't just swear yourself in like you're some lord and expect everyone to now ro you." Adrian smirked and shrugged, "Actually, that's exactly how it works. Now, if you're done bargaining, kindly follow the boys to your bunk. I'm sure a few nights here will teach you not t