“Two, four, six, eight! Who’s about to meet their fate? Not me, you scum, don’t you fret— Your intestines make a great barrette!”
By the time the backup arrived, the alley looked like a slaughterhouse. Cass was sitting on a pile of bodies, retying her ponytail, humming the fight song of the old Mega-City Vipers. cheerleader dredd
And in Mega-City One, she is the law.
Her uniform is a perversion: a cropped top in Judge silver and black, a pleated micro-skirt, knee-high boots with armored shin plates, and a visor that glows like a demon’s smile. In one hand: a Lawgiver Mk. II. In the other: a pair of high-density alloy pom-poms, each strand a monofilament wire capable of severing steel—and throats. “Two, four, six, eight