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Swift Justice

Tap, tap, tap.

The boy smiled innocently as he let his sandaled foot hit the floor in an almost calming, rhythmic fashion. But his words didn't fit his attitude at all.

"If you'd just leave. It would be bothersome to kill more people, and Shishio-sama told me to come back without drawing too much attention to myself." Dredd had his gun raised, and Anderson followed suit. It was Dredd's judgement though. It was odd for a drug lord to be using someone so young as a killer. And the fact that he didn't try to deny the fact at all was . . . Disconcerting.

Tap, tap, tap.

But that wasn't the only thing that was disconcerting about him.

Nothing. It's like he's not even there. Not even a hint of guilt, no taste of intentions, no image, nothing.

It was almost . . . Scary, in a way that fighting for your life in a building filled with criminals who all wanted to kill you wasn't.

After that first mission, she had figured her jobs would be a bit less . . . Dramatic. And she had been right. Nothing quite like that had happened again, but now there was a new drug lord rising. One who hired elite fighters. No guns, no grenades, just bodies, cleanly cut. Like a knife through butter, and more blood than she had ever expected to see on a carpeted floor.

Tap, tap, tap.

"Drop your weapon and surrender yourself, or die."

He's being merciful- because he's a kid? Or because we have nothing linking him back to the other twenty or so murders, and he wants to bring him in for questioning?

She decided it was most likely a combination of both. Any kid that young couldn't be making all the choices by himself. Of course, if he didn't drop the sword soon, he'd be dead wether Dredd was feeling merciful or not.

The tapping stopped.

Loose blue material and a fixed smile blurred, and suddenly, her blaster felt a whole lot lighter than it had a second ago. She looked down, then discarded the weapon that was now only a handle.

He cut the blaster in two? Was pretty much the only thought she managed to get out. She kept her calm though, as she reached down to her belt for another weapon.

But they were too late. He was at the window now, and they were seven stories up.

Suicide?

"I'll have to save you two for later. Good bye!" He said with a bright smile and a wave, and then he jumped.

They stepped to the window in sync, and Anderson just barely managed not to gape as she caught a glimpse of the boy landing gracefully over a hundred feet below, and took off running, probably as fast as a small speeder could go.

She grit her teeth and glanced at Dredd.

Next time we'll shoot first and talk later.

~End~

AN

yep, I'm officially crazy, a Dredd/Rurouken crossover.

This is just an idea. I don't plan on writing any more for it- I don't really feel comfortable enough with writing Dredd. But if another author wants to take this idea, I would be very happy- I'd like to see how it turns out too. I conceived this li'l fella while watching the new movie Dredd. (The idea presented itself in the form of, 'would Anderson sense anything from Soujirou?') it was actually quite a while ago, and I had written it out too, but then I accidentally deleted it. ;/ yeah, computer klutz here. Anyway, I finally bothered to rewrite it, and here it is. Please Review!