Malcolm J. Westmond

Closing the trial

SLAM

The judge's hammer lands on the desk in front of him. After a 3 year trial, the class of cases finally comes to an end.

"Guilty!" shouts the old man, whose mandatory attire got him too hot already after 15 minutes of being in the room filled with reporters, VIP guests and victims. The deafening sound of the judge's hammer created a silence which was filled as soon as the 'Guilty!' was heard by the crowd. Whilst the murmering sounds grew louder and louder, inspector Westmond stood up first of the 100+ attendants. He walked past Myanma, the accused, who looks at him with this grim expression. For a second Westmond thought Myanma might start throwing hands.

But it didn't happen. Westmond was well on his way to the doors at the end of the middle isle when behind him the chaos slowly grew. Myanma was cuffed while he was looking at the small windows of the room, showing the surrounding skyscrapers. He was escorted while the rest of the attendands and lawyers followed. For a second Malcom saw the entire case flashing by his eyes. It pained him to think about it. He could feel the hits, the bullets, the pain he'd recieved... Malcolm shook his head, put on his hat and pushed the first doors open towards the short hall where a second set of doors opened up to the outside. Above the doors was an old worn sign with the words: "Remember the elevation! Ground floor wouldn't have a courtroom!" He nodded to the guard standing in the alley and the guard pressed a button. Slowly the doors accelerated into the walls and the rain started pooring in. Malcolm took a deep breath and walked outside. The doors immediatly led to a tunnel made of fence. The tunnel was placed on a bridge with room on the sides. Here the real papparazzi stood and a deep chaos commenced. "How long is the sentece!" Shouted one reporter. "Myanma, over here!" "Inspector over here!"
Westmond tries to look where the shouting came from. But the dark night, the sea of flashing lights, the finely woven fence, and the rain ensured no visual endeavor was worthwile. One of the reporters took a step back and almost fell off the bridge that seemed to float to a network of elevated pavement right in between the numerous skyscrapers of the city.

Westmond stops for a second and turns around. Behind him he sees myanma talking to a reporter throught the fence. The rest of the attendands slowly droop uit of the doors of the court building onto the fenced, levitating bridge. Myanma keeps talking to the reporter and glacing and westmond from time to time. The reporter shoots glaces his way too. They're talking about him. But Westmond doesn't care...
The convoy keeps oozing forward while myanma keeps talking with reporters on the other side of the fence. Drones and cameras follow him and the broken interviews, closely from behind the mesh. Westmond turns around and resumes walking. Then... Gunshots. He swiftly turns around and sees the mass reacting. Westmond scans the fence and sees persons getting lifted into the air by police drones, unconscious by taser and with the rifle hanging around their bodies. The fence caught all the bullets and no one inside was harmed. Westmond turns around again, visibly annoyed and keeps walking. A single gunshot was fired again, but westmond keeps walking untill people behind him start shouting this time. He wants to turn around untill he sees a faint white dot appear un front of him. The dot starts glowing brighter and brighter and with a white/blue-ish flash and a harsh blip sound, a special units team emerges from the spot of the dot. They dash past westmond who already knows what'll happen..

The special unit has T.K. written on their backs and runs toward myanma. Before they get there myanma takes of his glove. The T.K. unit stops just in front of myanma and they take out several devices to start recording the situation in a special manner. Myanma smiled evilly, throws the glove against the fence and which melts away on contact. Before myanma takes even one step towards the orange sized hole a bullet pierces his forehead and his body darts to the ground. The accompanying police immediately draw their weapons and start looking around. Myanma's body oozes blood from his head and the rest of the crowd goes mental. Half of them sprint to the scene and start filming and photographing. The rest get back in the court building as fast as they can or jump of the floating bridge and catch a drone that takes them away.

Whilst westmond just stands there flabbergasted his phone starts ringing. He picks up and notices that a reporter on the other side of the fence is talking into his phone as well and westmond hears his voice. Somehow this reporter got his number. Westmond doesn't know what to feel anymore and in a complete rage, he throws the phone at the fence where the reporter stands. This startled the reporter who then drones away.

Westmond turns around angrily and continues to walk, he saw enough for today. The T.K. units walk past him and again a floating dot takes them away into nothingness. When the bridge meets another bridge to form a t section the fence has ended end westmond now fully stands in the rain. He takes out his phone and presses on some apps which make a floating car appear, he steps in the backseat and upon closing the door he says calmly: "take me to my appartment." The vehicle starts moving and Westmond leaves the scene. Whilst flying through the city he sees endless skyscrapers, neon lights amongst the concrete and a faint, never fading orange glow from the mists of the depth. Westmond turns his head and sees the mass of people getting smaller and smaller behind him before they dissappear behind the column of a building. He turns his head back and closes his eyes, falling asleep immediately.