Regular people, sure. Regular people with submachine guns, [ she quips, displaying a black humor streak that frankly every person from a Mega-City needs to have as a survival strategy. ]

First case I went out on, a gang had taken over the whole residential block. Tapped into the monitoring systems, camera feeds, everything. When they couldn't pin us down, they brought out a gatling gun.

[ Anderson rolls her shoulders subtly in memory, feeling the tension and choking smoke of that day rise up in her mind. ] Not saying that was a typical day, but it wasn't anything to write home about, either. Dredd didn't even blink. That's the Judge that was giving me my final assessment.