Sugarland Blues

[Tyber.Zann]

I woke being dragged from my bed and roughly hauled down to solitary confinement. I had no idea what was happening until two weeks later when I found myself in court again.
This time the charge was murder. Seems a guard was killed during the riot and I was being set up to take the fall for it.

The public defender given my case never even spoke to me until ten minutes before the trial. He assured me the evidence was circumstantial at best and I had nothing to worry about. The government's case hinged entirely on the testimony of three inmates whose stories were so convoluted and conflicting they'd be laughable if not for the one fact they all agreed on... I was the one what killed that guard. Feeling confident things were going my way I relaxed and waited for my lawyer to tear their "testimony" apart. To say I was surprised when he repeatedly said "no questions, your honor" would be an understatement. When he "rested" my case without so much as an "objection" I was fit to actually commit a murder right there in the courtroom.

You know what a hundred lawyers being slowly fried by radiation in the good ol' Pequena Negra would be? A good start.