The Judge called a recess to deliberate, retreating to his chambers, a stoic look on his face that couldn't bode well.
Back in the chamber the doors opened as a troop of LPI riot police moved into the chamber, taking up strategic positions in places where they could suppress the crowd should the ruling not go their way.
A piece of paper was slid across to Katz by his Lawyer, 'the LPI have declared Martial Law.'
He eyed the paper, looking up at Mendel who was reading it as well. The two men exchanging a look.
Katz turned in his chair, looking back over the crowd. Noting the LRF mixed in with his own Electoral security. Normal citizens, fresh off of one riot and sore from the abuses they were taking, looking restless.
The whole situation was spoiling for a second round.
A second round that would end in utter disaster. Not just for the LPI and for Katz, but for the people that were depending on this resolving peacefully.
The situation was going to become ugly, and fast.
The death grip that Liberty was exerting on Ontario would choke the life out of it, destroy peoples lives and livlihoods if it spiralled out of control.
There just wasn't enough people to put up that kind of fight, and if the verdict came in and it was unfavourable... everything he'd worked so hard for would come crashing down.
"It's time..." Katz said pushing himself to his feet. "For a new plan."
He walked across to the prosecutors table, past the cameras.
The Prosecutor looking genuinely surprised at his approach, the sweat on his brow evident under the heat of the camera lights.
"We need to talk," Katz said, gesturing towards the door to a side room in the court house used for keeping Jury's sequestered.
The Prosecutor rose and led the way as Katz and his two Lawyers made their way out of the spot light and into a private place.
"What are you offering as a plea?" Katz said, broaching the subject first.
