As Dr. Millier said, the courtroom was filled with doubts regarding the integrity of the presented evidence. Murmurs arose from the people in the court as they turned to face one another, questioning silently."Could it be that the video evidence is fake and Attorney Hughes is truly innocent?""But if Attorney Hughes is innocent, what does that make Mr. Alexander? Does it mean he is innocent too?"While the murmuring continued, resembling the sounds of a thousand voices in a market square, the court bailiff shouted, "Court!" to restore decorum and order, as the murmurs escalated like the crescendo of a distant storm.Suddenly, Attorney Thompson's cellphone began to explode like a firework."Attorney Thompson, it is mandatory to silence your cellphone while at the bench. Are you disrespecting the court?" The judge frowned upon seeing Attorney Thompson's ringing phone."I apologize, Your Honor. I do not mean to disrespect the court, but this phone call is relevant to the subject matter
“Attorney Reynolds, proceed with what you have to say,” the judge said, but if indeed Attorney Reynolds had anything meaningful to say, it was lost in a string of surreal and entirely irrelevant phrases. “Your Honor, do you think this is true? I mean, this is a clear Quantum penguin engaging in disco jamboree, a clear violation of intergalactic jurisprudence!” The courtroom was caught in a moment of surreal confusion as Attorney Reynolds continued with his seemingly meaningful yet entirely irrelevant phrases. "Attorney Reynolds, I'm afraid I'm not well-versed in the legalities of quantum penguins and disco jamborees. Could you please bring your objection back to this earthly courtroom?" "My sincerest apologies, Your Honor. I seem to have experienced a temporal glitch in my legal lexicon. No objection; carry on." “Your Honor, I believe the defense attorney has suddenly experienced a glitch because he knows that something he has not imagined has happened, and of course, something ve
Stepping out of the courthouse as the court officers escorted them was like stepping out of a safe zone into a lion's den. In this way, the reporters who covered the entire event in the courthouse were waiting eagerly for the criminals to be brought out so they could film their faces again, like hawks poised to capture their prey. And if this was all, it was a lie, there were people who came out to the front of the courthouse, shouting at the top of their voices like campaigners in a rally against a bad government. “We want them jailed. every one of them.” “Criminals like them should not be allowed in society.” “Ethan Mark was lucky, but his daughter was not.” “We don’t know who their real target is. They can target anyone! Send them all to jail.” As the people continued to shout at the front of the court, displaying their handwritten words on cardboard or any other medium that aided writing, the reporters made sure to film everything. Thus, they scrambled to the testifiers in th
“Detective Sharon, we would love to ask you a few questions if you do not mind. We are sure this would help the public understand more of what is going on,” one reporter said immediately. “Alright, please go ahead. If this would help the general public understand more of what is going on, “Thank you, Detective Sharon. Now that Mr. Alexander, Mr. X, and Attorney Hughes have been sentenced to lengthy prison terms, and Attorney Reynolds is awaiting the outcome of his investigation before he is sentenced, do you think that would be the end of this deadly organization?” “Yes, Mr. X. Mr. Alexander Rosewood and Attorney Hughes have been sentenced to prison for a very long term, and if care is not taken, for life imprisonment. However, this is not the end of the organization. As you might already know, the deadly organization is a large organization that has penetrated every sector, which could even include the police, the prison officers, the legal system, and many more, which could even i
Arriving at the prison, Mr. Alexander saw how the prison walls were imposing, resembling a fortress of despair that stood as a testament to the shadows of society. Certainly, he shook his head in regret, as he had never been to a place this horrible before.He observed cold steel bars, like sentinels of incarceration, confining notorious men whose stories were etched in the graffiti of hardened souls. Similarly, he noticed how the air hung heavy with the weight of regret, whispers of past misdeeds echoing through the dimly lit corridors.The sounds of his handcuffs tucked in chains down to his ankle made obvious sounds as he was escorted through the corridor harboring the cells of different notorious men by two prison officers whose faces lacked smiles, as if they hadn't smiled for many notorious years. Hence, he saw individuals behind these cells harboring untold secrets with their unappealing faces and frightful behaviors.Upon witnessing him and the others being escorted to their r
"Long story, man," the man answered. However, if this was all he said, it was a lie. He began to unravel his own narrative, detailing how his legs became amputated and one of his hands irreparably broken and dislocated."You see, I entered this prison as a healthy man. My crimes weren't that significant. I robbed a bank because I couldn't bear to watch my daughter suffer. We hadn't eaten for days, and robbing the bank seemed like my only option." He took a deep sigh and continued talking."Yes, you guessed right. The mission was unsuccessful, and before I knew it, I was completely surrounded by the police. I had no guns, only a knife and a dagger. I never headed to the vault but collected pieces from each person I encountered in the bank. I just wanted to be able to feed my daughter and move on with life the next day.""While being surrounded, there was nothing more I could do than raise my hands in the air and let the police apprehend me. God knows it was the biggest mistake I ever m
After speaking for hours, the man who had conversed with him advised Mr. Alexander to get some sleep. He emphasized the importance of having alert eyes to observe any unfortunate events that might occur in the morning. And with that, Mr. Alexander retreated to the corner of his cell once again, burying his head in his ankle like a ship seeking refuge in the harbor of solitude, sheltering itself from the tempest of the prison's harsh reality. He sat on the ground, succumbing to a haunted sleep. *** The next morning revealed Mr. Alexander as a mere specter of resilience, marked by the weariness of a night spent in the clutches of haunted dreams, like a tattered flag fluttering weakly after enduring the relentless storm of a sleepless night. His eyes, burdened with unrest, betrayed the toll of his surroundings. Disheveled strands of hair clung to his forehead, bearing witness to the restless hours entangled in unsettling dreams. As he rose from the dark corner of his cell, his eyes fir
Seeing how bold, tall, and dangerous this prisoner appeared and observing his audacious manner of poking at him was akin to witnessing a prowling lion, confident in its dominance, taunting its prey before the impending strike. Mr. Alexander then immediately turned his back, attempting to escape from this menacing part of the communal bathroom like a startled deer seeking refuge from the looming threat in the dark forest. "I have to run," he muttered in total fright, his voice a tremor in the echoing silence, like a desperate whisper carried away by the chilling wind of impending danger. However, if his intention was for success, it was a futile hope. "And where do you think you are running to, huh?" Another prisoner said this behind him and pushed him forward like a pawn on the unforgiving chessboard of the prison's power dynamics. As Mr. Alexander was pushed forward, he witnessed how the older prisoners immediately surrounded him. He also noticed how they revealed smirks on their c