Twenty-One
Grace stood in the precinct and watched the news reports come in. Getty Peters was found posthumously guilty of fraud, crimes against humanity, and a dozen lesser violations. The company’s worth plummeted instantly. It seemed no one wanted to purchase organs from a company with a reputation for exploiting its people.
Praise persisted in the precinct itself. While it wasn’t quite as terrible as before, it was still incredibly uncomfortable for Grace.
“She’s done it again. She’s on a roll!”
“Commander, really, it’s unbelievable. How do you seem to know?”
“Because she’s our very own Goddess of Justice.”
She bore all this ridiculousness the best she could, but the muscles in her face, especially the ruined side, had taken to twitching in protest at their overuse.
Heron pinged
