>>5896888"Hey there! How's it hanging?" The lone other feminine voice in this place erupts from behind you. Turning to look over your shoulder, the girl that was introduced as Beth from the night at the Brickstone Lehto comes to loom over your chair. Her tanktop and heavy duty pants are as military grunt casual as it gets. From your drunken conversation, like Mikey is Big Dog and Durant is Black Coat, Elizabeth right here is <span class="mu-i">She-Wolf.</span> Though you've almost certainly heard <span class="mu-i">She-Bitch</span> from the Black Coat at least once that night. "How's Cat 2 treating you?"
"I-it just happened yesterday," you stammer a response from the depths of your thoughts. "I was hoping to get to try it out with you guys, rather than just myself."
"Ah, yeah, it usually snatches you by surprise," she admits, swinging over to the loveseat to lay down and take up the whole thing. "Well, it's cause for a party to me. Just gotta get permission from the Judge."
Wait a minute. "Judge?" Judges, in your rather fanciful imagination, are an American apex manhunter, not much unlike your father. Their responsibilities are many, but they occupy themselves with handling crime personally and seeing that criminals who don't have any chance for redemption are dealt with. The Chicago Red Dogs were deployed to Helsinki, not just with a giant robot mech crew, but with a judge?
"Yeah. Gabby's a stick in the mud sometimes, but he's not evil," Beth spouted, looking at some local Finnish magazine. She could not make sense of it. "He should let us go out."
